Sing-along

Yesterday I sent new words I'd just written to both Cliff Louie, the leader of the Baby Boomers sing-along at the Anza Public Library, and to Dennis and Marsha, who agreed to sing it. 

To the tune of “Sing”  by Joe Raposo and sung by the Carpenters

Sing, sing a song

In the cosmic sense pandemics don’t last long.

Sing of brave Italy

Where they sing out from each balcony

Walk

At six feet

From the people that you smile at as you greet.

Remember when Louis Armstrong sings,

“What a Wonderful World” he brings

So sing, sing along

La la la la la la la la la we’re washing our hands

For twenty seconds—please expand.

Sing, sing a song

Let the whole world sing along

Earth is getting a rest.

Sometimes business as usual’s not best.

Sing, singing’s allowed.

People helping stand out (6 feet) from the crowd.

Remember that we’re together in

Whatever now comes along,

So sing, sing this song.

Just sing. We’ll come out strong.

Just sing, sing along.

Lalalalal a(spoken) we’re washing our hands

But of the virus, not of one another.