O Humid Night
(Melody: “O Holy Night”)
O Humid Night
Anopheline mosquitoes
Are circling you in the hope of a meal.
She takes a bite, saliva from her mouthparts
Drool parasites which you can’t see or feel
Your brain can get sick,
You will have a coma
After the rage and the headaches have passed
You’re veggie soup, home to protozoa,
Mosquito lands, time to go home at last..
Fall on your knees,
Pale, burning with fever
Plasmodia
Are in your blood, were in your spleen
Malaria
There’s no real cure, just in your dreams…
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