Crawling, over your window, you think I'm confused I'm waiting for the divergent wasp
To complete my current ruse
You use a plate-glass screen To protect my chosen target
But there's an air-pellet hole I can crawl through to you
I am the fly in the ointment I can spread more disease than the fleas Which nibble away at your window display Yes, I am the fly in the ointment I shake you down to say please as you Accept the next dose of disease