We stalk our prey or often surround, We patrol the famed hunting ground, All in position, we wait in flocks, A clean shot for each, yet the victim still walks

I vanish when you need me most, then show up where I shouldn’t be. I get blamed when nothing changes- but you’re the one sitting on me.

I strut on the beach like I own the place, with stolen fries and no hint of grace. I’ll scream in your ear, then poop on your hat, but somehow you still feed me, what’s up with that?

I come from a cow To pierce vampire’s heart I’m on a fresh site Oh boy, there’s a lot

I make people travel high, but I do not make them fly. People often have fun on top of me me.