The First Mosquito

I'm the very first mosquito of the year;

(Hear my song.)

I am singing tenor soIos in your ear

Good and strong.

I was bred on the Patapsco,

And I'll see where morning naps go;

What care I where all your slaps go!

Hear my song,

Oh, hear my song!

I'm the very first mosquito of the year.

I'm the very first mosquito of the year;

(Hear my song.)

But I will not be the last one, never fear;

You're an wrong.

For in April there'll be millions,

And in May there will be billions,

And by August undecillions.

Hear my song,

My high G song! 

I'm the very first mosquito of the year.

I'm the very first mosquito of the year;

(Hear my song.)

Thought I'd beat your bed's mosquito cover here.

Was I wrong?

Always aim to strike the city

Founders' day, though the committee

Doesn't like my little ditty.

Hear my song.

I'm the very first mosquito of the year.

When Lord Baltimore first landed, I was here

With my song,

And I did my cornet solo in his ear

Good and strong.

Never saw a follow swear so,

Fan the air and tear his hair so;

He declared he couldn't bear so

Bad a song,

My madd'ing song,

For I was the first mosquito of that year.

Yes, I am the first mosquito of the year;

(Hear my song.)

And I'm happier than you are, 'cause I'm here

With my gong.

You may bar me, smudge and smoke me;

You may slap me, you may poke me;

You may curse me or may joke me,

But my song

Goes right along.

I'm the very first mosquito of the year.

They have found a bug to kill me, so I hear;

(Hear my song.)

But it cannot with my pleasure interfere

Very long.

It will be the same old story

When I tune my bugle story.

And I'll toot this bug to glory

With my song;

My killing song,

For I am the first mosquito of the year.

- Baltimore American.