The little mosquito went out flying for the first time in it's life.
Upon it's return, it's father asked, how was your first time flying?
"wonderful", sung the little mosquito. I was thrilled at flying and I believe that I did very well since everyone was clapping for me.
The sad but wise father said, they were not clapping their hands in cheering you on, my son. They were trying to kill you. The more they clapped, the greater the chance that you will die.
Not everyone who celebrates you are well- wishers.
