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Itched Up

 
(John Brown's Body)
The Mosquitoes wore tuxedoes
And the blackflies wore black ties,
The bride she was a spider
And the groom he was a snake,
They w;re going to a wedding
In my Aunt Lucy's bedding,
And she was the wedding cake.

Glory, glory, hallelujah,
You don't feel itchy, Aunty, do ya?
Glory, glory, hallelujaih,
The bugs marched down the aisle.

The little honeymooners
Were nice and cozy in her bloomers,
And the guests all took their places
In Aunt Lucy's pillowcases.
The little beasts had such a feast,
They danced and flew and soared,
All while Aunt Lucy snored.