The air is thick with Bitey-Bastards,
Bitey-Bastards throng the air.
I riled them with a Mighty-Parsnip,
“Come fly towards me, if you dare!”
The Bitey-Bastards buzzing madly,
Buzzing madly through my space.
I’d swipe at twenty dozen gladly,
I dare you – fly towards my face.
One Bitey-Bastard buzzed a-facewards,
Buzzed a-facewards, Bastard bit!
And angry, like a de-fuzzed race-horse,
I Mighty-Parsnip-walloped it!