On warm days in January and February in country places in the far south
Never any shortage of them always buzzing about
On all parts of exposed skin heads, legs, face, mouth and eyes
They perch on and pester you these tiny bush flies
On sundried cattle dung in the paddocks in Summer they breed
They populate in billions and are quite annoying indeed
We are told why they pester human and animals is not their fault
That in bodily perspiration they fulfil their need for salt
It is in their favour they do not spread disease
And they do not have painful stings like bigger wasps and bees
And though you wave your hands at them to keep them away
They keep perching on you and around you does stay
These tiny winged terrors of the Summer sky
On their main breeding month in January they multiply
When picknicking out of doors in the Summer they perch on you sandwiches and your french fries
That they do not have a long life is a blessing in disguise
They do not treat your body as a sacred place
They crawl on your legs and your hands and your face
In Summer for out of doors people trying to enjoy the sun
They have become known as the spoilers of fun.
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