Seasons of mists and bloody fruit flies

They’re in me face, they’re in me hair,
There’s blummin’ cobwebs everywhere,
Across the path, across the door,
And every day there’s bloomin’ more,
In the shed, and by the wall,
There’s even one lurks in the hall,
Wackin’ spiders of great size,
They’ve been eating all the flies,
Giant moths I hear you mutter,
By the bedside lamp a flutter,
Daddy long legs, what a fright,
Scuttling by your bed at night,
The insect world has come alive,
To irritate your daily strive,
Mellow season it may look,
But bloody insects sling yer hook.

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