Dear Editor:
Malathion, malathion
What a beautiful name
Malathion, malathion
You have earned your fame
Malathion, malathion
Oh how we love you
Since you came to see us
Mosquitoes are few
Bugs don’t like you
But people do
For you kill all the bugs
But people, just a few
I tell my great grandkids
Of the butterflies
And how sometimes
They would fill the sky
With their big wings
Of red, blue and green
Reflecting the sunlight
With a golden sheen
And the bugs we called
The firefly
And how some nights
They would come out to fly
Their little light flashes
Would light up the sky
Sometimes the stars
Would seem to fade
By the light that those
Little flashing bugs made
And the little spider
In the corner made a web
And ate all the bugs
That we wished were dead
My great grandkids
Laugh so hard
They hold their tummy
They snicker, giggle and whisper
That grandpa is getting
A little funny
I tell them of the bees
That brought us honey so sweet
They hide in the grass
And sting our bare feet
But we didn’t mind
Cause their honey can’t be beat
Now you can buy
Man made honey
But I don’t eat it
Cause it tastes real funny
And the big fuzzy moth
That came out at night
And fluttered around
The outside light
And about the little cricket
That would sing us to sleep
Now you listen all night
You’ll never hear a peep
And the red breasted robin
That sang a great song
They ate only bugs
So now they’re all gone
And about the little bat
Like a mouse that could fly
And catch the little bugs
As they soar through the sky
Now there are no bugs
So they all did die
The little grasshopper
He could jump six feet
He made a good meal
For the funny old toad
That lived in the pipe
That went under the road
He could not walk much
But he could fly three feet
And catch a big grasshopper
With his long sticky tongue
As he ate it all up
He said “Yum, yum, yum”
Now the grasshoppers
Have all gone
The funny toad has passed on
Malathion, Malathion
Oh how we thank you
For the bugs are all gone
You didn’t even leave a few
Lin Ottinger
Moab
