The Nursery Rhymn
Be wary child, of plague lands plain….
Be mindful, child, of the infected grain…
For if throat is parched and of infected water sip,
Forever your soul will be in cursed Scourge grip.
So heed this warning, child, and if far from mother stray…
Let light from home’s hearth guide you,
Back your way –
– Human Nursery Rhymn (Author Unknown)