Spring had arrived.
The grass had grown long.
And I was outside,
Tending my lawn.
I started to stretch.
I started to yawn.
But then I knew something
Was terribly wrong...
Pow! There it was,
With no warning at all!
Something had bit me—
Not big, something small!
“Mosquitos!” I muttered,
With a grimace and grunt.
“Where's he at?! Let me at 'im!!
Where is the little runt?!!”
Them skeeters are eaters!
They bite something fierce!
With needles for noses,
They poke and they pierce!
We itch, and we ouch,
And we smack, and we swat—
Only to hit the spot
Where they are not!
So I ran, and I ducked,
And I looked for some cover.
Then I peered 'round the corner
To spy on the buggers.
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They eyed me and sneered
While licking their chops!
They wanted my blood—
Yes, every last drop!
But I said, “No way!
You're not getting me!”
I got me some spray—
I sprayed “A” and sprayed “Z!”
That's how I showed them—
I shooed them away!
But they said “No problem!
We'll be back in a day!”
“And when we return,
We'll come by the dozens!
We'll bring all our friends
And even our cousins!”
But I'm not afraid
They don't scare me!
I've got a secret
To beat them you see!
And when they attack
My castle this spring,
I'll defend to the end,
For I am its King!
They'll not get me,
Nor my queen, Cinderella.
When next they fly by,
They'll find Citronella!
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