COME to the home of the friendly mosquito, List to his cheerful inspiriting hum; With his exuberant spirits he'll greet, O, All who will deign to his marshes to come. Come where the bullfrogs are croaking around us, Croaking our choruses back in our teeth; Come, for the black flies above do surround us; Come where the centipedes crawl underneath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE by RUDYARD KIPLING HIC JACET by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 71. THE CHOICE (1) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI WAR AND WASHINGTON by JONATHAN MITCHELL SEWALL QUATORZAINS: 6. A FANTASTIC SIMILE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |