The Sounds of the Jersey Skeeter
 (I had to listen very carefully to get the words)
  Also jokingly referred to as our state bird.

It seems we've got a reputation, 'round the world it's known
they got skeeters lots of places, but us big ones, Jersey grown.
In summer we play hide-'n'-seek when the moon's high in the sky.
I let a city dude doze off while I just lurked nearby.

Then I whined and buzzed his motel room and darted by his ear.
He almost deafened me for life when he yelled, "Git outa here."
I got in a bite; he turned on the light and yelled like a big man-eater
was after him, instead of me, an innocent Jersey skeeter.

He threatened to knock the teeth outa my head, but that made me snicker.
He threw his shoe and hit the wall, but so far I was quicker.
Then, I came down quietly and sneaked a little snack.
It ain't polite to eat and run, but why tarry for a snack?

He called me bleep, bleep, bleep, then he called me a few things more.
I knew that he was hoppin' mad when he jumped out on the floor.
I let him think he got me once and he went back to bed.
Then, when he tried to fall asleep, I buzzed around his head.

He pulled the bedsheet over him, but that just made him hotter,
so he got up and after me with a paper rolled up for a swatter.
He got too close for comfort once, so I thought I'd quit before
I became a stain on that motel wall, my game with him was o'er.

But don't plan on a country walk, if you come from the city.
My buddies like a tender treat, and known to show no pity.

- Lillian Arnold Lopez "Pineylore"

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