Hooked on a feeling
I’m high on believing
I’m in love with you
Yes I’m hooked on a feeling
It must be the isolation
It might be the rain
It could be a precursor
For going insane
For the size of the Buzzies
They really are huge
They will stick to your fuzzies
Like a crocheted deluge
Like poo on a blanket
They will stick to your socks
They can attach to your thermals
Get into your… (ok they shouldn’t really… yuck)
Those little black gloves?
The ones made of wool?
Don’t wear them too casual
You’ll end up a fool
Like a humming bird to nectar
It is wool Buzzie’s love
To avoid being a vector
I wear dish washing gloves!
They are a clever little plant
Who has learnt what to do
Just hanging out being a Buzzie,
Stuck on me, stuck on you.
‘Acaena minor’
So lime green and small
And ‘Acaena magellanica’
The biggest of all
I’m stuck on you
Got this feeling down deep in my sock
That I just can’t lose
Yes you’re here today
And I hope you’re here to stay.
Billy Wallace (Senior Field Training Officer)