Fish Flies
by Bud Lemire on May 6,
2007
They get in my hair and on my clothes
In my eyes and up my nose
It seems like every time in May
Those little black Fish Flies come this way
Those pesky little bugs get all over me
And they just won’t let me be
Down by the water, in swarms they can be found
I wish they didn’t have wings, then they’d be on the ground
Don’t open your mouth, or you’ll get a free meal
They aren’t a good appetizer, that’s how I feel
I prefer foods much better than that
Of course a Fish Fly diet won’t get you fat
But they’ll be gone soon
They disappear in June
I much prefer the Butterflies and Dragonflies
They’re much more appealing to my eyes
Covered in Fish Flies, is not my idea of fun
In fact I wouldn’t wish them upon anyone
So if you’re taking a stroll down by the lake
I hope it’s a netting mask that you take
In my eyes and up my nose
It seems like every time in May
Those little black Fish Flies come this way
Those pesky little bugs get all over me
And they just won’t let me be
Down by the water, in swarms they can be found
I wish they didn’t have wings, then they’d be on the ground
Don’t open your mouth, or you’ll get a free meal
They aren’t a good appetizer, that’s how I feel
I prefer foods much better than that
Of course a Fish Fly diet won’t get you fat
But they’ll be gone soon
They disappear in June
I much prefer the Butterflies and Dragonflies
They’re much more appealing to my eyes
Covered in Fish Flies, is not my idea of fun
In fact I wouldn’t wish them upon anyone
So if you’re taking a stroll down by the lake
I hope it’s a netting mask that you take
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