Do not touch us. We are curious,
Injurious to skin and limb.
We will make your body furious.
We will sting you on a whim.
You will never need to prompt us,
As we settle in your craw:
Those who, when they think they’ve stomped us,
Feel content, will soon feel sore –
We bring you, in short procession,
Irritation, lack of breath,
A sense of doom and great oppression,
Even an impending death.
We are scary-mary-hairy,
We will eat your home or house,
Best be quiet, best be wary,
We are not the common louse –
We are Tories on a mission,
Make you feverous or faint –
Here’s the highway to perdition:
We will suffer no restraint.