I am a bedbug; I come out at night
Wherever I find you I'll give you a bite
On your ankle or wrist, your elbow, your knee
And the blood that I suck will be so good for me!
You'll not know I'm there - you'll be fast asleep;
When you're silent I'll crawl out on you and I'll creep.
I'll drink and I'll suck until morning is nigh
When, sated with blood, I'll retire to my lie.
And there I will sleep throughout all of the day,
Swollen and round with your blood - that's my way!
Whilst you'll wake up and yawn and you'll noisily stretch
Till, feeling the itch of my bites, you will scratch.
"It's bedbugs," your mother will cry out distraught;
She'll shiver and scream and she'll cry at the thought.
Then she'll try to dislodge me and all of my kin,
But the next night I'm still there and after your skin.
Again I'll creep out and crawl right to your place;
Maybe this time I'll try for the blood in your face!
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ha! Ha! and He! He!
Everyone fears the bedbug and that bedbug's me!
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