The singing of the mosquito is worse than
its bite—
Should you try and swat him he will taunt
the ear throughout the night!
The bedbug, is not so unlike the mosquito,
or his mate the fly—
He will bite you first, then sing his
song, and should you try to stop him
Beware, he will bring all his friends.
They are all long-night intruders, sent from
hell!
Some even perhaps from heaven.
They can make a man haggard and worn-out
looking, just thinking of going to bed in the Amazon and Satipo jungles of
Peru—
A distraction a best! With their havoc and
insect rituals.
Revenge is sweetest when you bring along a
can of insecticide, thus the drama of the insects fade like: winter to summer.
#5044/1-31-2016
