A nasty midge called Tiny Toes
Eats human skin, you see,
For whenever I’m out gardening
His eyes are watching me.
Then Tiny Toes and all his mates
Come hounding from the sky.
Then - HELP - they all start munching me
As if I’m apple pie.
No, I can't see them coming down,
But nasty Tiny Toes,
Arrives with haste to eat my skin
And loves the taste of nose.
He and his spiteful biting friends
Get in my hair as well.
You cannot see or hear these beasts.
They do not have a smell.
But - - - oh - scratch scratch, and scratch again –
I feel their nasty bites,
So I put away my gardening tools.
Enough of this tonight!!!!!
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