There was a little chigger
and he wasn't much bigger
than the head of a very small pin.
But the bump he raises
just itches like the blazes
and that's where the rub comes in!
Mom use to sing that to me when I was about 3 years old. Grandma use to put "coal oil" on a rag and tie it around the cuffs of my pants to keep the chiggers out. We'd go pick blackberries and they would eat us up! Then she'd put turpentine and sugar on the bites! We always smelled so good during berry season. Monty