A mosquito was heard to complain

That a chemist had poisoned his brain;

The cause of his sorrow

Was paradichloro-

Diphenyltrichloroethane.

— Anonymous

From a remarkably bad poem by English naturalist Edward Newman (fl. 1840):

First of walkers come the Earwigs,

Earwigs or FORFICULINA;

At the tail we find a weapon,

Very like a pair of pincers,

And with this ’tis said the Earwigs

Open and fold up the hind wings;

You may watch them and observe it;

I have never had the pleasure.