The Mosquito Ballad.

Ah, Mosquito,
You are the bane of my existence.
You let me know,
When's summer's here,
By buzzing,
All around my ear.
And all of these bites,
You know I can't scratch them,
My arm,
My neck,
In my room,
On my deck.
Your shrill, whiney, buzzing sound,
Makes my eyes spin 'round and 'round.
Looking for the perpetrator,
Believe me,
I'm the top Mosquito hater.
And when I find your black-winged body,
HA HA!
I show no mercy.
Summer will be long gone,
By then time my last bites stop itching.
Mosquito, Mosquito,
I am not a fan of you-o.
HEY! GEROFF ME!