O lady of the night O lady mosquito What cruel trick of nature Would divine to make it so That war must rage In perpetuality Where you should seek To give me strife And I should seek To take your life
What calamity! What strangest fate! That my blood must be drawn For you to procreate And added to this Indignity For to be Without my feeling You must secrete a venom Itchy. Bleeding.
But there it is What can be done? Nature has spoken The battle’s begun For She has made The sad decree We must be locked In enmity And I might attack With mighty zeal But you will forever Bruise my heel
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