The Bite

I have a mosquito bite on my nose, it's so big I can't see my toes!
It's starting to itch, I know I will scratch it,
I think I'll need a tennis racquet!
Now the bite is bigger than before, it's red, plump and oh so sore!
I scratch, scratch and scratch some more,
oh how I hope it will go away.
Soon, I'll be scratching the whole day!
It's finally night and all is swell,
my first day at camp didn't go so well.

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