Tony's Diary Package — page 557

"Now Pfizer! Now Sanofi! Now Johnson & Johnson! "On Moderna! On BioNTech! On Adaptive and Amgen! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now vaccinate, vaccinate, vaccinate all!" As a virus expelled by a cough or a sneeze When it meets plexiglass rises up on the breeze; So up to the house-top the pharma all flew, With the sleigh full of hope, and Dr. Fauci, too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney Fauci came with a bound. He was dressed in a suit, as was always his way, And his neatly cut hair was a smart silver-grey. A chart in one hand, a syringe in the other, And a medical bag--a gift from his mother. The wisdom in his eyes and the knowledge in his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. With his reassuring smile covered up with a mask, His no-nonsense style led him straight to the task. He sprung to my side as I rolled up my sleeve, And he stuck in the vaccine as quick as you please. He flew to the bedroom, gave mamma a shot, Then vaxxed both our kids without waking them up. Inoculations complete, he returned to the chimney, And gave me a pamphlet about what he put in me. Then raising his finger but not touching his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.