A Goodnight For A Drink:

Two little mosquitos
Just sitting about,
One let out a cuss
Said it out loud.

Slapped at his leg
Rubbed it alittle bit,
Balled up his fist
And started to hit.

That pesky little bug
That took out a plug,
And carried away blood
In tinie tiny jugs.

I'll get you you critter
The next time around,
I'll knoch all your brains
All over the ground.

You know what you get
If I see you again,
A big fat lip
And blood on your chin.