The Spy Who Ate Me
A termite’s a guy who just loves the woods
It gnaws him because he’s just not understood
His nightmares, a version of Sentricon hell
You love oak and cherry, why can’t he as well?
A villain who’s bred by your dereliction
Spy him out early, ‘cuz he’s no pulp fiction
He wants you to upgrade, pack up and move on
He’s Jaws and he’s Spectre ‘gainst your Termite Bond
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Chewing on No Sympathy For Termites by Milt Hankins
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