Fly, little fly buzz round my head.
One little swat, fly is dead.

‘Squiter, ‘squiter bite my hide.
One little slap and ‘squiter died.

Wood tick buried in my toe.
One little match and pop you go!

Bee, little bee hums round my shin.
If he stings just once, can’t sting again.

Surely science could find some drug
To keep us all from being bugged!

• The intruder broke security
• The stillness in dead of night
• The honking cacaphony
• Alerted geese in Southern flight
• Who looked below with watchful eye
• But seeing no brethren in distress
• Added to the melody
• With raucous noisiness
• We woke and peered through window shades
• Leery of seeing the aftermath
• And there on the top of our honking car
• Sat our very own cat who was taking a bath.