First Blowie of the Season
Here it comes
Hear its engines hum
Without rhyme or reason
Unwanted guest
It’s such a pest
First blowie of the season.
It’ll land in your tea
And do a big wee
I was just trying to let the breeze in
Unwanted guest
It’s such a pest
First blowie of the season.
It’ll land in the cream
And make your aunt scream
Comes when flowers start you a sneezin’
Unwanted guest
It’s such a pest
First blowie of the season.
But it’s got a job to do
Along with dance in dog poo
It does natures job of cleanin’
Unwanted guest
It’s such a pest
First blowie of the season.
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