Shoo!
Waft 'em away!
Squish 'em!

No luck
Your fingers are too short
Your shoes too heavy

The bugs won't stop
They're gonna consume your clothes
Leave you butt-naked in the cold

Such a shame
Oh no
Such an embarrassment

And everyone will say
You got yourself
In this position

Bullshit
The only ones to blame
The real culprits are

Who make the scissors
And who sell the shoes
And their wide-mouth pals

It's not your fault
Nor the insects fault
It's not your fault