Ode To Mosquito Man
By Anonymous
They sprayed and sprayed till their eyes got sore
Then they refilled their machines and sprayed some more.
They worked most of the whole night through.
Killing mosquitoes for me and for you.
Their labors resulted in great success.
Of every one hundred mosquitoes, there were ninety-nine less.
But they were mocked and they were scorned,
Their heads with criticism were adorned.
What could be the problem then?
That such reward befell these men?
This answer is simple as numbers can be.
And the calculations reveal for all to see.
That if ninety-nine percent of one billion are slain.
Ten million of the devils still remain
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