They come in every size, it seems—
Those dirty little insects!
They bite us once then we get sick;
It’s just a human reflex.
There’s them that’s just too small to see
Because they’re microscopic
And others buzzing nastily
Like skeeters in the tropics.
The problems that they give me go
Beyond a nose that’s runny;
Not only do they make me sick,
They cost me lots of money.
But there’s one illness I can’t cure.
It causes me vexation:
I’m never bitten by the bug
To take a cheap vacation.
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