On Bush Flies

Rural Australia in Summer the land of bush flies They start off their buzzing just after sunrise In the paddocks and parks in and near and far of every country town Buzzing all day long till just after sundown Bush flies on your hair and on your hands, face and eyes And bush flies on your food, bread, meat and french fries Addicted to salt they find on our bodies and food they do seem to be Every day in their billions them you do hear and do see The plagues of locusts arrive and in a few weeks have gone But the tiny dark bush flies they do linger on On your exposed skin every day perhaps searching for salt And what is in their nature can hardly be their fault Of human kind it's sort has never been shy Quite an intrusive flying insect is the dark tiny bush fly In rural Australia there are billions of them buzzing everywhere Despite fly sprays and insect repellents wherever there are humans and animals bush flies are also there.