As I went to bed it was under my pillow;

damned creepy-crawler, I really need a pet armadillo. 

Brushed it off to the floor, now under the baseboard heater;

I surely wouldn't mind bunking in with a friendly anteater.

Mosquitoes and moths, they try to sneak in;

gotta keep 'em out or I'll wind up in a coffin.

Now they're marching in, those carpenter ants are sleek;

glad there are no termites, then I'd really freak.

The slugs stay outside, with that I'm very happy;

if they got in, I'd really feel quite crappy.

It's hazy, hot and humid, many spiders abound;

they may get the creepy-crawlers, I'll keep a few around.

Hornets, wasps and bees, they try to fly in;

these summer bugs, they get under my skin.

What about those gnats, those biting dipteran flies;

then there's the horsefly, persistent in the flybys.

When I go to bed I'll look under both pillows;

those creepy-crawlers can never become peccadilloes.

But there is a glimmer of thankfulness, how can that be;

absolutely no roaches, no bedbugs or flea.