Iíll get this little bugger yet,
this buzzing beast dive bombing
my computer screen,
this bastard little insect guy,
now roaming free.
No undertaker for this winging jet
of black, this pest obscene;
no nice becalmed embalming
will be seen.
Thereís only flattened death, a splat
inflicted from a swatter
wielded from on high
like a vengeful baseball bat.
Iíll get this little bugger yet.