Skeeter the 'Squito
Ben Tibbetts

Skeeter was a very nice mosquito
Who detested the taste of human blood
And though he recognized Man as a foe
An idea in his mind began to bud.

Eureka! A critter he would still be
But not like any that had come before...
He'd be a vegetarian, and free
To avoid vile flesh and human gore.

And so with mind and soul made up, Skeeter
Commenced to fly at a single carrot
But at the moment of truth to teeter
And, seeing a man, expecting merit...

Instead seeing a hand, and in one swoop,
He only flutters down into the soup.