Mosquito
Mosquito
A pair of wings,
legs are six.
Size so small,
resting on wall.
Ready to strike.
They look at us,
I stare at them.
They suck blood and bite,
and fly like a kite,
They hunt day and night.
Mosquito is their name,
biting is their fame.
Scratch,scratch,scratch,
scratching makes me mad.
A pair of wings,
legs are six.
Size so small,
resting on wall.
Ready to strike.
They look at us,
I stare at them.
They suck blood and bite,
and fly like a kite,
They hunt day and night.
Mosquito is their name,
biting is their fame.
Scratch,scratch,scratch,
scratching makes me mad.
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