A strange hobby for a heatwave

Leucozona lucorum

 Mad dogs and dipterists go out in the midday sun

A trait you’d be quite soppy to copy

Bloodsucking flies they roll their eyes

And say we’ll have such fun

The cleggs are all quite hateful, but grateful.

 

 

Myathropa florea

Down by the stream the sun’s bright beam

Falls where tall grasses wave

They gather there and then declare

That fool’s uncommon brave

It must be something humans eat

That makes their blood so nice and sweet

It’s like a currant bun

When mad dogs and dipterists go out in the midday sun.

 

Eristalis horticola

 They say the camera never lies

But he only sees the view

The dipterist’s eyes are on the prize

He won’t see me nor you

I’ll take his hand, you and the band

Can check his open neck

We’ll lose a few but most get through

So fire the starting gun

'Cause mad dogs and dipterists are out in the midday sun!