Dotty’s cheeks are fat and rosy,
And they suit us quite.
Bz, bz, bz, bz, And they suit us quite.
But when daylight comes upon us,
Off we go in haste,
For they kill poor old mosquitos,
Make ’em into paste!
Bz, bz, bz, bz, make ’em into paste!
We are hungry old mosquitos, etc.
(Last stanza repeated.)