Summer comes and brings the sun,
But careful when you’re having fun
For Satan made small biting things
With needle teeth and tiny wings
That silently around you buzzle
Then zero in for a quick guzzle
We’re cursed if we just pop outside
They’ll get you with their stealthy glide
And pop a straw right in your vein
Whilst giving something for the pain
So it’ll be some minutes after
You can hear their tiny laughter
As off they fly to bite some other
Leaving you to run for cover.
And don’t think it’ll get much better,
Just as it turns slightly wetter,
Stripy bastards all appear,
To fill the garden up with fear
They turn up when you get a drink
To dive bomb it and make you shrink
Away from their ceaseless attack
And then they leave
And then come back
And when you least expect it man
They’ll sting you
Just because they can.
Just stay inside with Windows close
And wait for winter
They’re all froze.