The Meddleson Mosquito

The Meddleson Mosquito.
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“Tis the gloaming and the roam- ing of a loving pair has ceased;
To the lawn the two have gone and there are holding a love- feast.
On the green with naught be- tween they sit and tell the story old-
On her fingers gently lingers his strong hand with loving hold.

Airy nothing, soft and soothing, fills the balmy air around,
But above the words of love is heard another wooing sound: Just then Cupid-silly stupid thought he made another match,
But she said, with blushes red, “Scuse me, but I’ve got to scratch!