Memoirs Of A Mosquito

I was born in the Midgewater Marsh
On top of a traveller's hat
My flight instructor was harsh
She was swallowed by a hungry rat
I slipped when trying to fly
And landed on the traveller's nose
Hungrily, I stung; heard a cry
And was almost crushed - "Close
Oft there were times like these
When blood was hard to come by
I felt my life was just a lease
15 days and then it's goodbye
I was not alone though
There were others like me
All the way from Tuckborough
I thought she was, maybe
So sweet was the scent
Of her pheromone
That I was literally bent
On making her my own
We flew together all around
I grew tired at Lambeth
She flew on but made a sound
The traveller crushed her to death
I grieved and felt so small
The rage inside made me buzz
But sympathy isn't for all
We were a pain to him as he to us
Later, on a hunting trail
I stung a fat buffalo
Old, I was caught on its tail
And died in 5 seconds or so