"I don't understand it,"
said the mosquito to the fly,
"All I want is supper,
yet they curse when I go by!
All I want is one bite
To take with me back home
To my little house of children,
Beneath the weeping stone."

Said the fly to the mosquito
"I know just how you feel,
sometimes it takes me hours
just to try to find a meal.
So I fly around with hunger
But I think I've had enough.
We should demand our fair share,
It's time that we got tough!"

So the fly and the mosquito
Decided to take a stand.
And I looked at them a moment,
Then I slowly raised my hand.
And the mosquito and the fly
Shall bother me no more,
Though the place that they both bit me
Still remains rather sore.