|View single post by David White|
|Posted: Wed Jan 17th, 2007 03:18 pm||
Yep, was referring to the imported red as the black ones don't raise the pustulates like the red ones do. Here is a song from one of my favorite Texas singers who sings about those terrible varmits. BTW I understand they are adapting to cold weather and moving north so our Yankee friends can share in the pain some day.
John Muzyka, Bobby Allen, & Matt Hedding
Well, me and my friends, just the other day, we decided it was time to get away,
so we went down to the lake to have some fun.
After twenty, thirty beers we began to tire, so we all crashed out around the fire,
and then ol’ Ned jumped up and he started to run.
It was really quite a sight to see, he was slappin’ himself from his head to his knees,
and then he went and pulled down his pants.
I said, “good God, Ned, what’s all the fuss,” but all he could do was yell and cuss,
and all I understood was “fire ants!”
Well, I’d just moved into my new home so I called my friends up on the phone,
Now, for all you yankees who’ll never see just how bad their sting can be,
this is the only thing that can compare:
walk barefoot on broken glass, then soak your feet in diesel gas,
and half of my pain, friend, you will share.
Now, I don’t know where the answer might lie, I just wanna see all them suckers die
and rid the Lone Star State of this disease,
but just as soon as the ants are gone, we’ll have to sit down and write another song
about them damned ol’ killer bees.
Last edited on Wed Jan 17th, 2007 03:26 pm by David White