THE MUSKITER.
The children tell me Spring has come, For all the flowers are out to greet her, And that the meadow's vernal bloom Gives to the milk a flavour sweeter ; But they quite forgot Spring's closest chum, That early caller, the muskiter. 'Tis sweet to wait at half-past seven About the garden gate to meet her, To dream that you have entered heaven Since at your side her little feet are, — But suppose her hands, like snow wraathi driven, Are pimpled by the pert;m,uskiter. Delightful, too, to con with dames, Some piquant scandal m long metre, To couple men's with women's names, And wonder folks are not discreeter,— But suppose your back is all m flames With fiery darts of the ncuskiter. What bliss to wed a blushing bride, Ah ! nothing m the world is sweeter ; To pledge your troth, whate'er betide Your love and reverence to mete her, — But suppose you cannot sooth your hide, Inflamed by lunch of some muskiter. [The remaining stanzas are lost].
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Marlborough Express, Volume XIII, Issue 1081, 23 November 1878, Page 7
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168THE MUSKITER. Marlborough Express, Volume XIII, Issue 1081, 23 November 1878, Page 7
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