Bzz-zz-zz-!

Bzz, bzz,

Gee Whizz!

Mosquitoes once more;

And summer

Beautiful summer

Fully a score

Of days hence.

Whence

Comes the rascally mites

To make our nights

Hideous? Now

I vow,

Cold or hot,

We’ve got

All this flurry

And worry,

And rapping,

And slapping,

And brewing,

And stewing,

And fussing,

And cussing,

And hitching

And itching

To do

Over again; Whew!

It makes me blue.

Will someone please tell

Why in – well,

Why mosquitoes is

Anyway?

Gee whizz!

Bzz, bzz!

May 29, 1904