Pollywog in your water
Tadpole in the moonshine vat
Big daddy longlegs climbin’ up on the screen
you better watch you’re gonna squash him flat
Boll weevils in your cotton
Dirt dauber’s busy building a nest
The red wasp gonna swoop down and getcha child
They won’t give you a minute’s rest
Bugs, everywhere you look there’s another kind of bug
It makes you wanna get a club and clout em.
Everybody’s talking bout those worrisome bugs
But ain’t nobody doin’ nothing about em
Shooin’ the flies away from the table
Or hiding under the quilting bed.
The chiggers runnin’ wild in the blackberry bush
Yellow jackets swarming round your head
They’re comin’ to get your watermelon
Black ants marchin’ in a long line
They’re lurkin’ in the leaves of the strawberry patch
And climbin up the tomato vine.
Bugs, Everywhere you look there’s another kind of bug
But if you live in the Delta you got em.
Here’s a real fine way to pass the time of day
You roll you up a newspaper and swat em.
(Contributed by Phillip Picciotti - December 2003)