I remember all those parties at the cabin by the lake.

We'd load the coolers up with beer with hardly room for bait.

The scenery, the ice-cold beer, it all seemed so inviting.

And no matter how many fish we caught, the bugs were always biting.

I often wondered why it was in me they took delight.

For every bite my buddies got, I'd end up with bites.

Turns out the bugs communicate,

I heard one tell his cousin,

“Take one bite of the big dude, and you'll really be buzzing.”