The Bug Zapper
Swing like a tennis pro
Swoosh as badminton flow
Dance and twril as you whirl
The magic bug zapper racket
See a bug I fling to attack it
Keep that button down
Brave electric courrent sound
Die little insect die
Goodbye you nasty fly
Mosquito a crisp bye bye
No wasp or mean bee
Better never threaten me
If I hear a buzzing sound
Now I can hold my ground
Armed with my bug zapper in hand
I am in command, Mother Nature understands
Slap a roach on the wall
Poor spider no place to crawl
Any bug I see
Sting them before they sting me
To the strong the world belongs
Total power gives you calm
Tiny vermin a slap a pat
A tush moving swoosh
A graceful wave a playful swing
In my hand my bug zapper I cling
Slight twist of the wrist bugs burn crisp
Now my space a bliss
Gone all tiny pest
Bug zapper I could kiss
As burnt lip and fringe hair confess
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