The mosquitoes flew away.

There was a pausing moment

Where we were all still with shock,

And then we screamed.

Shrieks and squeals arose

From our parched throats.

The mosquitoes left us alone

Because of the white people's net.

The mosquito just turned right around

Shaking his behind at us

As he left

And swaggered over

To a net-less home.

We felt bad for the people there

But not bad enough

To stop being joyful.

Even Fran,

Who was sick and dying,

Laughed weakly.

The mosquito went away...

Byebyebye, mosquito...

We waved

Our fluttering good byes

As quick and flipping

As his wings

Flapping the dust

Away.