The Gnat In My Bowl

The gnat in my bowl was a nasty old soul,
and a nasty old soul was he;
he crawled on a stipe and he crawled on a foal
then he flew off and landed on me.
Every insect he has a bug,
and some very nasty bugs they can be.
So, with no time to spare, I stripped myself bare,
and washed that gnat’s germs off of me.