Wizzy

Wizz wizz wizz, everybody is called Wizzy,
The drone makes me dizzy,
I seek a far off land,
To make my own stand,
My dreams, they will guide me,
Holding me by my hand.

Living off a gutter,
How it stinks,
Do the other's have noses,
Can they even smell roses?
They seem contented living in human muck,
We even drink off them, yuck.

Wouldn’t it just be better,
If we lived somplace wetter,
The air cleaner,
The land greener,
Oh, how I wish I could fly,
High high high.

I like nectar, its sweet,
Springtime, oh heavenly treat.
You can hear the drums beat,
And the birds tweet,
Ah, I wish it was the place I could be,
Not just on tv.

Here comes fatty,
My everyday meal,
He tries to swat me,
Not an easy deal.
I don’t pick on long legs,
She's bitter as rotten eggs.

I think I'll take my daily rest,
I don’t know what comes next,
When I'm put through the test,
I will give my best.

But for now, my world is mine,
I can dream, I can fly,
High, high , high,
And for a little while,
Reach for the sky,
And kiss this world Goodbye…

- Wizzy, your friendly neighbourhood mosquito