This won't help with your answer, but during WWII an Australian soldier, serving in New Guinea had a lot to say about mosquitoes. I was only 8 when the world ended and only remembered the final two lines, but I was able to track this down.
The author's name is unknown, but he was from New South Wales, and his regimental number was NX116478.
In tropical
regions, there’s “mozzies” in legions but none cause havoc completer than one
little devil who’s not on the level, it’s Mike, the Malaria Mo-skeeter.
With no foe
or ally is Mike ever pally, his aim is to be a world beater; for Tojo and
Aussie’s the same to this mozzie, to Mike, the Malaria Mo-skeeter.
The world’s
aviation has yet no creation. Like Mike in his striped single-seater, bad trouble is comin’ when you hear the hummin’ of
Mike, the Malaria Mo-skeeter.
He sure is a
glutton and he won’t eat mutton—no sir, nor is Mike a beef eater; for Mike
likes consumin’ the blood of a human, does Mike, the Malaria Mo-skeeter.
So please
heed my warning, at sundown or dawning, altho’ you may dwell in a heater; just keep yourself covered, lest you be
discovered by Mike, the Malaria Mo-skeeter.
In time’s smallest fraction you’ll be put out
of action if once he injects his saltpetre. The world’s
greatest vermin is not Jap or German—it’s Mike, the Malaria Mo-skeeter.
