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
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