I would like a pet Mosquito,
that would be extremely neat-o,
and to truly do it right,
I would have to name it “Bite.”
Adopt it while it’s still an egg,
before it’s thirst for blood is played.
Take it on a path that’s shrewd,
wean it slow to all Junk Food.
Prolong its life through chemistry,
perhaps to age of twenty-three?
Hand in Wing we’d set our path,
to rid the world stife and wrath.
With each adventure comes success,
how to share we must address.
To get the folks behind our cause,
must be more than just applause.
Pitch it to the Network Kings,
hoping it will sprout some wings.
Reality for all to see,
document as “Bite and Me.”