Trouble-making A-a-phids, trouble-making aphids
I’m here on the beach, but I’m well out of reach
Of trouble-making aphids!
I used to sing this to myself sometimes when I was in the car going somewhere on my own, or else in the garden pruning the roses.
It’s a kind of nonsense thing that I made up once. I like the extreme opposites of ideas that it conjures.
I have never yet come across any aphids while I have been at the beach (or roses), although ironically sand-flies are still a problem and I have been bitten by sea-lice in the water —which reminds me of aphids!