You've come here to do battle
my little aphid fiends,
but in the end I'll getcha
by any mortal means.
In pow'dry fine white armies
you chew my plants to shreds.
Where are the winged predators
you nasty critters dread?
Those ladybugs have flown away
their plant-lice meal untouched.
I'm forced to fight with chemicals
and other toxic stuff.
I march out to my garden
with several cans of DEET
But then I stop. Consid'ring,
that all bugs gotta eat.
