This is a pernicious matter
A death knell is heard in its wake
anticipating ears twitch and grow warm
Our defenses hold no ground though
A useless panoply in our possession
Our sweet magnolia rations depleted
Through thin smoke a soft stinging
Unprepared faces now rosy with red
from where the cooties intercept the cheek
A catch resulting in victory
I think I’m dying in view of her subtle cheering
Cooties bite proliferating the field and throughout the body
This really is not so bad though
Said no adolescent at all
Cooties, the silent killer of our youth
De Largo Haleine 