Classic Poem

In Hades' blackest corner
A murky river flows;
No imp knows whence it cometh,
No devil where it goes.
'Twas in its noisome vapor
That Satan watched my birth,
And just through simple kindness
I winged my way to earth.

I'm a very small mosquito,
In Aspinwall I dwell;
By days I'm inoffensive,
But nights I'm merry — well,
I tune my tiny fiddle,
I sound my tiny gong,
And make folks' lives a burden
With the burden of my song!

My touch is light and downy —
They know not I am there
Till zim! what howls and curses!
'Tis laughable, I swear!
I draw my little dagger,
I cock my little eye,
And make the meekest Christian
Hate God, and wish to die!