Ode to the mosquito repellent wagon

Yonder we see the little wagon loom, 

Motoring its way to dispel the gloom, 

Vectorial diseases will no longer make us grieve, 

Or, at least that’s what I want you to believe. 

 Its generous fog makes it look like Ooty, 

Take a deep breath and feel your nostrils get sooty, 

But, at least it gets the mosquitoes to leave, 

Or, at least that’s what I want you to believe. 

 Targeting the mossies flying in our area, 

Crushing the fear of dengue and malaria, 

The wagon chugs on, its smoke is not my pet peeve, 

Or, at least that’s what I want you to believe. 

The smoke drives humans to tears, 

But it vanquishes our mosquitoan fears, 

The chug of the wagon, doesn’t it relieve? 

Or, at least that’s what I want you to believe.