Sometimes your greatest enemy
Is something small you did not see
Which sneaked up on you in the night
And left behind a nasty bite
It strikes the poor, bourgeois and rich
You feel a twitch and then an itch
Things went so well, now life's a bitch
Now every other plan is ditched
Smothered in lemon, wrapped up tight
I do not sleep a wink all night
Stalk like a cat, hide like a mouse
You have to leave your haunted house
When something is out to harm us
Better wear winter pyjamas
Forget about the miniskirt
Try floor length skirt and long-sleeved shirt
You feel so bad you want to die
Try not to cry but simply sigh
You call on friends who wonder why
They can only see one eye
Don't ask to be a millionaire
Just pray no nits found in my hair
I'm dreaming of that happy day
When insects and bites go away.
I now recall what went before
To fight each bite and win this war
To launch attack with insect spray
And make those blighters fly away
Sometimes your greatest enemy
Is something small you cannot see
When this torment comes to an end
I'll call the universe my friend.
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