Some of the rhymes are a stretch but not beyond my tolerance. In my neck of the woods, this poem could as easily be spoken by a biting fly. They are even more annoying than the mosquitos. Mosquito bites only itch a minute or two after they take their part. Biting flies literally bite. It feels like a bite or a sting, it hurts and they are flying off before your hand gets the message to swat them. They splatter nice and bloody on lampshades too. I think the only part of the poem that doesn't equally apply to the biting fly is the part about the virus, which is inaccurate if you are talking about malaria the top mosquito-born illness in the world it is caused by a parasite not a virus.