In the summer He's licking all the fruit Looking for the garbage At the backyard barbeque Busy buzzing Through my house And round the porch Zigging and zagging Up south and down north But when the year gets get colder And the sun don't shine When the winter comes You'll be a slow, slow fly, fly You'll be a slow, slow fly, fly You'll take a long, long time, time You'll be a slow, slow fly, fly In the summer he's poking at the poops Rounding round, Like a buzzy hola-hoop Landing long enough To strike a funny pose Landing at the end of your summer nose. In the summer, he's cleaning off his feet His sticky, licky ice-cream He ate is super sweet. You'll get much slower when the pawn Begins to freeze So stop and feel the breeze wheeze through the trees But when the year gets get colder And the sun don't shine When the winter comes You'll be a slow, slow fly, fly You'll be a slow, slow fly, fly You'll take a long, long time, time To be a slow, slow fly, fly (Multiple voices) Slow, slow fly