Flies. They mate and make more filthy flies.
All summer they mate and make more filthy flies.
Hatch, Pester, Mate, Pester, Eat, Pester, Poo, Pester, Die.
They hang around and won't go away.
Instead they call their mates over.
The more you protest, the more they come.
2 then 4 then 6 then 20.
The whole time yelling, "Go for the face, go for the ears!"
It doesn't matter if you're clean or dirty.
They just keep coming.
You go inside to get away.
But they are there when you go back outside.
They're always there.
They just are.
Flies.
Dirty Stinkin' flies.
