
Nursery Rhyme for the New Plague
by Beth Weaver-Kreider
Ring around the rosie,
ashes, down we fall.
London Bridge is tumbling down.
Mirror on the wall:
I wish I may, I wish I might
see how my garden grows,
upstairs and downstairs
and a pocketful of rose.
Plague Doctor! Plague Doctor!
Whither shall I wander?
Only in your pumpkin shell
and to the gate. No further.