tiny alcoholics fly around my bar
wherever there is open wine
you know they are not far

a dripping tap they come to drink
they are gone and then you sigh
then they fly out of the sink
you don't know what else to try

they cheers their tiny little hands
drinking right out of the tap
buzz your face and make demands
so you make a small fly trap

a little sugar rehab for these tiny pests
they fly in and take a sip
and act like their your guests

and then they fly right out
like the trap was never there
as they fill their little snout
and fly off without a care

flying crooked on a breeze
then right into the bottle,
just as bold as you please
and completely at full throttle

they drink and drink until they die
and drown right in their beer
I hate them so I will not lie
I do not shed a tear