Sometimes the News Bugs Me

Uncle Mike's news from the past - - - Sometimes the News Bugs Me July “57, in Hasting Minnesota Fish flies flew in way over their quota They covered the roadways They covered the bridges They covered the lowlands They covered the ridges They clogged carburetors They caused cars to stall The townsfolk were stymied Just who could they call They called out the cops And the youth auto club To clean out the town To give it a scrub The bug drifts were deep About two point five feet Slippery and slimy They covered the street And wouldn’t you know it In mouth, ear and eyes The youth of dear Hastings Were soon filled with flies But nobody backed out And nobody gave in They just hosed themselves off And got at it again So the youth and the cops Finally cleared all the bridges Let Mother Nature take care of The lowlands and ridges The fish flies that year Was the town’s cause célèbre And that’s what I learned today Out on the web