By James Stanley Gilbert
OH, Lord! Oh, Nature! Oh, whatever be
The power properly addressed,
I pray thee humbly-pray on bended knee—
Grant this one plea, deny the rest!
`Tis little that I ask from out the store
Of blessings in thy right to give;
And surely thou dost daily waste much more
On folks less fit than I to live!
I crave but this: That from the different kinds
Of insects cursing night and day—
(The entomologist claims that he finds
Five hundred thousand, so they say)—
Thou wilt at once destroy, annihilate,
Permit no longer to exist—
Efface, cut off, rub out, obliterate
The pesky sand-fly from the list!