The Mite

Over my face did crawl a mite
He had mountains to climb
For the furrows and moles are at a height
That took him a lot of time
He eventually found a forest where
He may have gotten lost
Not that there's too much hair
But much is covered with frost
The mite pushed on until he was felt
Then my hand searched him out
And a severe body blow he was dealt
Even my head shook from the clout
But he was gone -- I think
Maybe I should see a shrink