Sand Fly Morning

    Here's my grand opus from five weeks on North Caicos: some song lyrics in search of a tune.
SAND FLY MORNING
Breeze was my honey,
Breeze was my friend.
But she just up and left me -
Gone with the wind.
Well, she didn't leave me lonely:
I woke up to find
I've got close encounters
of the sand fly kind.

(Refrain)
I'm being bitten all over by these tiny fleas.
It's a sand fly morning. Come back, Breeze.

They call them no-see-ums,
they call them sand flies,
and they've a mighty big bite
for their miniscule size.
They're just tiny speckles
on my arms, legs and neck.
But they're all jaw and tooth
and they hurt like heck.

(Repeat refrain.)

I'm under the covers
and I can't breathe.
But if I toss this sheet off,
I'll be under siege.
They're out there, they're waiting
for my tender skin.
So I'll suffocate here.
I won't let them win.

(Repeat refrain.
Repeat first verse.
Repeat refrain.)

Copyright Jody Rathgeb, 2012