Let Me Be Where The Air Is Blue by Susanne Bennett

Let me be where the air is blue, Pastures green, a soothing hue, Where gentle winds bring rosy cheeks And nothing, nothing of this illness reeks. * By a virus, small, elusive, vague, This illness (deadly as the plague) Throttles, chokes, and strangles all – Believe it or not: great and small. * One fine...