"Doctor, there's this tune that I can't get out of my head!"

"Now, son, calm down. Why not hum me a few bars."

"Oh, no! Now we'll both have to be quarentined!"

They say that songs can never kill,
Only people fit that bill;
They saunter up, adjust the mic,
And then they blow you outta sight!

Cheerily,
Charley Noble