To be stricken by yellow disease

Not a heart within a mile

To see the epidemic cease

The stars above questionly shine

Asking if the fever will be mine

And send a very gentle breeze

To secure that I’ll be fine

The yellow rag waves around

Nothing inside makes a sound

Not even a beat of life

Nor a howl of their hound

The town  is isolated and dark

The fever sure made it’s mark

But I have more bite than bark