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Fred's Poem I like to think that I'm your pet, I'm fed and watered by you, yet, In all this time we've never met, Do you know who I am? I'm always here, I am persistent, I'll never go, I am insistent, I'm Benzimidazole resistant, Do you know who I am? You fed my host that Strongid-P, You'll be the very death of me, You know I take this personally, Do you know who I am? Why do you have to use such force, Just because I'm in your horse, Can't you let nature run its course, Do you know who I am? A tapeworm's life is very tough, And frankly I have had enough, That Invermectin stuff was rough, Now you know who I am. So I'm bad for your horses health, I'm feeling rather ill myself, Leave that wormer on the shelf, Now you know who I am. You and I could be good friends, Seeing eye to eye, though that depends, On you having a magnifying lens, Now you know who I am. Well I suppose you have a right, To carry on this annual fight, For no one loves a parasite, And that is what I am. By Fred the tapeworm. C/O Ryan Lower intestine Rochford. Essex.
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