Swat the Flies

Whether you are black or white

     Swat the flies;

Whether you are stout or slight,

     Swat the flies;

Whether you are young or old,

Whether you are hot or cold,

Even if you’re shy or bold

     Swat the flies.

Swat the flies where’er you go,

Swat ‘em high and swat ‘em low,

Give each one a stinging blow

     Twixt the eyes;

Don’t let one escape your aim,

Get right in the swatting game,

Swat, O swat, in heaven’s name!

     Swat the flies.

Whether you are short or tall,

     Swat the flies;

Whether you are big or small,

     Swat the flies.

Whether you’re abroad, at home,

On the feath’ry crested foam,

Anywhere you chance to roam

     Swat the flies.

Swat the fly with all your might,

Swat him left and swat him right,

Swat him day and swat him night

     Till he dies;

Kill him when he’s on the run,

Shoot him with your deadly gun,

When you’ve killed him, every one,

     There’ll be flies.

Aug. 8, 1911