Mosquito
AKA Blood Sucker
Like little helicopters they flew along
From some water standing long
And lit upon my waiting skin
With other copters flying in
Each little craft adjusted his pitch
Taking off as I began to itch
And drilled on many other sites
And continued so all through the night
And flying in a loose formation
Each day they drilled a different station
Where they found a bit of blood
With whelps from drilling I withstood
The little menaces returned to pools
Where stagnant water was the rule
And where they turned their engines down
With all the fuel that they had found