FLIES.
From the minute you wake to the moment you doze, It’s flies, flies, flies! Buzzing your eardrums and tickling your nose, Gnawing around your eyes. When your hands are engaged how in hell do they know They can settle in for a free open go? While all you can do to dislodge ’em blow Stiffen the blasted flies! Fixed on the tucker from breakfast to tea, Flies, flies, flies! Pick up your teacup and what will you see? Stir it, and what will arise? Flies round the ceiling in swarming parade, Launching their squadrons in raid after raid, While swatting you ask: “Why the hell were they made?” Stiffen the blasted flies! Maddening humans and torturing beasts, Flies, flies, flies! Swarming in clouds to their devilish feasts, ■ Drawing the crows to the prize. What a world this would be if old Noah, the nark, While cruising about in his selfcontained ark, Had seen that one couple did NOT disembark! Stiffen the blasted flies!
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Arawa Guerilla, Issue 19, 1 October 1943, Page 7
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164FLIES. Arawa Guerilla, Issue 19, 1 October 1943, Page 7
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