In cheeks, a rosy glow takes flight, A sign of parvovirus's gentle bite. Slapped cheek syndrome, known to all, In children’s cheeks, a red rash will fall.
A fever, mild, with cold-like grace, Soon gives way to a telltale trace. A rash that spreads in lacy form, On limbs and body, a symptom warm.
Fifth disease, by another name, Though common, not devoid of claim. It spreads through droplets, light and free, A viral gift of misery.
For most, it’s mild, a fleeting phase, Yet in the weak, it can amaze. Pregnant women should take heed, For unborn life, it may impede.
No cure exists, just symptoms eased, With rest and care, the pain released. A gentle reminder, to take care, In health and wisdom, always share.
