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A nasty midge called Tiny Toes
    Eats human skin, you see,
For whenever I’m out gardening
   His eyes are watching me.

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Then Tiny Toes and all his mates
     Come hounding from the sky.
Then - HELP - they all start munching me
     As if I’m apple pie.

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No, I can't see them coming down,
     But nasty Tiny Toes,
Arrives with haste to eat my skin
     And loves the taste of nose.

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He, and his spiteful biting friends,
     Get in my hair as well.
You cannot see or hear these beasts
     And they do not have a smell.

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But -  oh - scratch scratch, and scratch again,
     I feel their nasty bites,
So I put away my gardening tools.
     Enough of this tonight!

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Question for you:

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What other insects will land on human skin, given the chance?  Which are not particularly interested in doing this?                                                             

                                                                                   Josie

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