As I lay on my towel, soaking up the sun,

sunscreen on my body, hair up in a bun,

a buzzing noise came about,

flying in my ear, zipping in and out.

I waved my hand up, down, and around my head,

hoping that the mosquito would soon be dead.

“Go away,” I said, “No one wants you here!”

Then the mosquito whispered something so soft, I almost didn’t hear.

Quoth the mosquito, ”Disease is near."

I ran inside, no time to lose.

I slammed the door and grabbed a fly swatter to use.

I thought I was safe, I thought I was in the clear.

I then looked to my right and found the mosquito near my ear.

Quoth the mosquito, “Disease is near."

I started to hit myself all about,

trying to get the mosquito to fly out.

I pleaded and screamed with the greatest fear,

but to no surprise, the mosquito would not disappear.

Quoth the mosquito, “Disease is near!"