This is the bite that the flea made.

My reaction to nature, told in the style of the old Mother Goose poem, “This is the house that Jack built.

I call it..

This is the bite that the flea made.

This is the bite that the flea made.

This is the tick
That bit the bite that the flea made.

This is the mosquito
That partook of the bite from the tick
That bit the bite that the flea made.

This is the wasp
That stung the spot
That the mosquito partook of the bite from the tick
That bit the bite that the flea made.

This is the spider
That fanged the welt of the wasp
That stung the spot
That the mosquito partook of the bite from the tick
That bit the bite that the flea made.

This is the snake
That struck the sore
That the spider fanged
That the wasp stung
That the mosquito partook of the bite from the tick
That bit the bite that the flea made.

This is the poison ivy
That brushed the wound
That the snake struck
That the spider fanged
That punctured the spot that the wasp stung
That the mosquito partook of the bite from the tick
That bit the bite that the flea made.

This is the skunk
That sprayed the guy who fell into poison ivy
That got struck by the snake
That was fanged by the spider
That brushed the welt of the wasp
That stung the spot
That the mosquito partook of the bite from the tick
That bit the bite that the flea made.

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