Tenacious desert flies beware -
I blow on you, I glare at you
I swat my hand about my head
All to no avail,
But you keep buzzing and bugging me,
And you’ll see that your tenacity
Is no match for my aim.
For I can play that game too,
And swat mercilessly, all-too-accurately, unforgivingly
So you’ll never buzz again.