Ten little headlines, all in a row,
One said one fell, and another said no.
Nine little stories, twisting the truth,
Two claimed two, but where is the proof?

Eight little rumors, spreading the lies,
Five perished, they say, in their final goodbyes.
Seven little whispers, spinning the tale,
Now it’s seven gone, but who pays the bail?

Six little facts, or maybe just one,
Count them, recount them, see how they run.
Five little versions, all in dispute,
Where’s the truth hidden, under the suit?

Four little bodies, or maybe it’s three,
How many were lost, who will decree?
Three little claims, now up to two,
In the end, perhaps none—just media’s brew.