Strange that you are the smallest of midgets .
To be such an arch enemy .
And truly dangerous .
To be taken as friend .
Yet how smiftly you pass .
I have qualms to put you to an end .
For your trunks as fine as a hair .
Is the fire that harms .
My grandparent's coat of arms .
And the needle enclosed in the hood .
Sucks my grandchildren's blood .
Moreover your whinning in their ears .
Is unpleasant for my children to hear .
