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Common Termite Tail Stranger please pause by this old bungalow For it hides a grim battle that eggs to and fro, A primitive struggle devoid of romance, Twix the Camooweal
drinks and giant white ants. No quarter is given, no mercy displayed, But if they’re rampaging is not soon reduced, You can all say good-bye to the old ringer’s roost There are termites to left and termites to right, And their molars are grinding by day and by night. They raid and they ravage and plunder unchecked, And they’re larger, much larger, than one would
expect. By wall plate and rafter they stealthily creep, And god help our hides if
they catch us asleep. And if we can’t turn their attack mighty soon, We’ll be under stars by the change of the moon. There are white ants below and white ants above, In the floorboards and battens and rafters they
love, They deploy to the left and attack from the right, And their molars are grinding by day and by night. They break up our parties and ruin our rest, And they are in a nutshell a damnable pest, And if we cant deal them a kick in the slats I fear it’s the end of these bachelor flats. We’ve tried every method to stop their advance, We’ve fought them with poison and baton and lance, But it does little good, for in thousands they
breed, And sharpen their fangs as they look for a feed. An expert once called to give us a quote, But as soon as he entered they sprung at his
throat. He fought himself free with the leg from a bed And “Call StewartS,”
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