"Weep not for little greenflies who are orphaned in the morning; They need no mother's tender care - by evening they'll be spawning. Nor doth the greenfly malice bear for swatting her relations! She just lays eggs upon the dregs of slaughtered generations. And if she comes up smiling when with soap-suds she's been plastered, There's only one thing to be done, So let me go and get my gun, And shoot the little dastard!"