The fly is but a nasty pest
Who likes to swoop and tease.
The mosquito is another one
Who’ll drink your blood with ease.
The flea? Aha – another one
Who sets out just to bite –
But human beings? What of them?
With language they can smite.
Your fellow human’s gift of speech
Can injure you inside –
And if he feels that he has won
This feeds his inward pride.
These parasites are sent to peeve –
To bedevil and to irk -
But with fortitude let’s swat the lot -
And then return to work.
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