His face was flushed, his cough dry,
His whole body ached, his temperature was high.
The Boy still insisted, that there was no need, to in bed lie.

His mother told him, he had the virus symptoms,
And that pills and rest was the only solution.
The lad was sad, as now they were in forced isolation.

The Boy did as he was told, took his medication,
Stayed in bed, and had plenty of sleep and relaxation.
Soon, better, he completed his recuperation.

For many weeks, the family stayed in.
The Boy, together with his kith and kin,
Worked and played, making a dreadful din.

Old Mr Brown, from next door, keeping away from all,
Played his fiddle, and the family sang.
Determined to form, some kind of, band.

One day lockdown, suddenly came to an end,
Everything returned, to how it had been.
Yet The Boy treasured, that special time, completely unforeseen.