Mosquitoes

 

© 1980 Neal Gladstone

It's time for that vacation you've been planning for a year

You pack the station wagon with fishing poles and beer

You drive for fifteen hours to Lake Winhatcheekoo

The kids are all excited; the dog's excited too

You check out every campground till you find the perfect spot

You think of Harvey Pickleman and all those fish he caught

You think you are in heaven, but there's one thing you forgot

(Mnnnnnn)

 

You suddenly remember, you didn't bring the spray

The kids have started fighting, and the dog has run away

With both hands slapping madly, you try to pitch the tent

The stove is out of gas and the firewood is wet

The kids are soaked and filthy, they've been wading in the creek

By now it's started raining and the tent has sprung a leak

You fall in bed exhausted and you're just about asleep when you hear....

 

We love to keep you itching, we love to hear you bitching,

It's always fun to see if you survive

And all the time you're scratching, more of us are hatching

To drive you mad and eat you half alive

 

We're always glad to see you, in summer, fall or spring

There's nothing we like better than human high cuisine

No need to dress for dinner, no need to make a fuss

No matter what your taste is, you sure taste good to us

Please accept our invitation and join us for a snack

We think of you quite fondly as a very large Big Mac

Don't stay away too long we surely hope you'll hurry back

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