Mosquito bites

They really itch

My fingers on them

Go scritch scritch

I hate those beasts

I'll squash them flat

My hands on them

Will make them splat

Their bites will leave

A small white bump

Upon my skin

They dance and jump

The truth is that they're here

There's nothing we can do

Except hope that they will die

And serve us as bat food

A/N- I literally wrote this in elementary school. Still not sure why I'm even putting it up, but alas... here it is.