O I came from Fernandina
With my swatter on my knee
Attacked by flies in Bonifay,
I fled to Lake Sumter-ee
No pee in Lake Sumter,
No gators could I see;
But flies at RJ Gators
Seemed to have it in for me.
Saddened and discouraged
I returned to Fernadee
Where frogs had emerged
With their gay concertinas
To poop upon my wall.
Chorus: I came from Fernandina
With my swatter on my knee.
There are flies in the squares,
In the clubs, everywhere,
And frog poop bedevils me.
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. . .there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to enjoy themselves, and also that everyone should eat and drink, and find enjoyment in all his toil. . .
Ecclesiasites 3:12
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