O winged oppressor! Let me be!
I don’t like your phlebotomy
I wouldn’t mind a small donation
But for all the irritation
And I’m fine with coughs and sneezes
But you spread more dire diseases
If you’re part of God’s design
He should have made your bites benign
Luckily, I’m highly skilled
In ways in which your kind are killed
You’relike a music note, in that,
If you’re not sharp you could be flat
Besides, at night I’d rather beer
But just get whine when you are near
So save yourself, don’t be a sucker,
Fly on by, you little mosquito.