Ddt Chas

In the filthy attic
Of Mrs. Moth
The mosquito and the fly
Met for a meeting
With the bedbug and the flea
The important issue on the agenda
Being discussed
Was the one about
The insecticide that brought them death.

The mosquito asked for the floor
And Mrs. Moth granted it
Accusing with a precise phrase
That the culprit was a ddt.
It was unanimously agreed
That the executioner was the ddt chas
And facing such enemy
They signed the record singing sorrowfully.

Ddt chas, ddt chas
No one can stand you;
You, like gas, bring death
In an instant;
There's no chance of salvation
Where you are:
Ddt chas, ddt chas, ddt chas