Margaret MacArthur sings a lovely little song, written, I think, by her husband, called "Bug Squashing Party" (or something close to it). It's about the necessity of doing away with garden pests:

Chorus:

Come on down, let's go out, And have a bug-squashing party tonight... [with other lines which change, depending on the verse which preceded it]

It's on "MacArthur Road," one of my favorites of Margaret's recordings. It's also been sung by Jeff Warner, if I'm not mistaken.

Good song.

Bob Clayton