I love blood-sucking mosquitos

In my eyes, ears and nose;

On my chips, nachos and tacos,

In my hair and between my toes.

They bite, nibble and buzz

‘Round local or visiting stranger,

On places shaved or full of fuzz

And never show fear of danger.

You can shower with Muskol,

Or coat your body with Off,

Burn damp, green willows,

Til eyes glaze and lungs cough.

Or you can just grin and bear it,

Put on a net-hat and always wear it.

Run o’er the tundra like a sprinter,

Move to an island or wait for winter.