My Floret fly spray. Photo by Angela Lansbury.
As everybody educated knows
I don't like fleas, big bees, wasps nor mosquitos
I don't like to see bites on my fingers
Nor my face, legs, body, back or toes
I do not like to hear them flying past
A sudden silence fills my mind with dread
I don't like them flying, living, dying
I'm not even keen on them drop dead
I don't like them flying around my house
In the kitchen, shower, bath, near the bed
I don't like one anywhere near me here
I fondly wish them somewhere else instead
If they are gone tomorrow we'll forget
On bad days, things could be worse, they're a curse
Each job, ask or task could be much worse yet
By adding in bites from a mosquito.
Now I've sprayed away, is there any good
When you hear that whine, droning mosquito?
I've no measles chicken pox, polio
Shingles, meningitis, no tests - I know
No harm from friendly spiders, helpful bees
Good! Not meningitis nor impetigo
No rashes, scorpions nor a hornet
It's just the buzz - of losing a mosquito.
Windows are open, hope it won't take long
Before enemy number one has gone
Then I can sing a happy, cheerful song
About the right to right a dreadful wrong.
-ends-
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