My name is sickness, I flow through the air
My germs and bacteria is what I will share.
I search high and low looking for prey,
How much can I give? I’m generous I say.
I’ll find the first child that comes down the road,
With just one touch, I’ll give them a load.
And soon they will lye sick in their bed,
The doctor will come, hand on their head.
It’s not that I’m mean; it’s the job I was given,
By sticking to others is how I am driven.
But then those darn scientists come along,
Building up cures, making them healthy and strong. 
This is my life, it’s how I survive.
Get out of my way, I’m staying alive.
It’s a business here; don’t take it to heart,
Soon I will find you, your weak and I’m smart.