More daring hath that flying gnat
Than old shakespear with his prose
By dashing up that unsuspecting
Old sheep herders nose
When the cold wind blows
A bug up your nose
And you can’t seem
To dig him out
It’s kinda hard to figure
They feel so much bigger
With them little wings
Are tickling your snout
He was born without wings
Then he sprouted them things
And immediately started to flutter
And when he hovers I suppose
As he filters up your nose
You are surely going to sneeze and sputter
So to clear your snout of this lout
Who decided to camp out
With the least amount of disgust and gore
Just look the other way
And hunker up and spray
And splatter this gnat on the floor
There ain’t no controlling
The direction he’s going
Upon leaving you breathing apparatus
As we all feel needs
We wish him God speed
And will ducking
If he ever comes back at us
