Little black fly who made ya?
DoYaNo who made ya?
Who set you free mid-morning
To bite me without warning!
Tiny, black and hard to see,
Yet causing me such misery.
Hiking or camping or in a canoe
I itch all day because of you!
Little black fly who made ya?
DoYaNo who made ya?
Little black fly, I’ll tell ya,
Little black fly, I’ll tell ya!
He’s a low down son of a gun,
A varmint if ever there was one.
Made you such a backwoods pest
That never does I get a rest.
Others I know all feel the same
At the mention of your name.
Little black fly, gall darn ya.
Little black fly, gall darn ya!

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