Is it here?

Each morning a visit to town I'd make
A ride on my bicycle I would take
With a hat to shield from the sun in the sky
I visit the market for provisions to buy

"Is it here?" I asked
"Could it be there?" I wondered

Into the market, with a worried heart I walked
Not knowing if it lies in wait, if I am being stalked
A mask on my face, that's my only shield
I have no other defence, no weapons to wield

"Is it here?" I asked
"Could it be there?" I wondered

Hurriedly I left the sinister market place
Having bought what I needed, homeward bound I'd race
My rusty creaky bicycle wouldn't go very fast
Thankfully it wasn't far, I was back home at last

"Was it there?" I asked
"Did it get me?" I wondered

With a little soap and water, I washed my trembling hands
And silently I wished, it is not in this land.

"Is it here?" I asked
"Could it be there?" I wondered

Is it here?
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