The old codger dawns his suit, rookie in tow.
He says “we got termites under this house but-
there’s not much to know.”
Gone are the days of the hunt and the skill
Gone are the tools like the long rod and drill
Expansion joints hidden but no fears for me
A simple perimeter trench cures what I cannot see
In my day termite work was hard and gave us a fit
We had no power tools so we drilled blocks by hand with a hammer and a bit
No breaks in our barriers and residual was key
But so many 200 gallon treatments failed, beaten by a bug who can’t even see
Spring time was the worst and the skies filled with wings
New clients clogged the phone but re-treats too, came with every third ring
There was Mrs.Jones, Mr.White and old man Todd
Infestations and contracts so old we re-filed them under the name God
It didn’t matter what we used or which entomologist we called each year was the same
And Branch managers and small owners either grew tired or very good at the “Damage, What Damage?” game
We needed help but it couldn’t be a new tool, detection device or new contractual clause
We needed a chemical that would kill the termite not just make them stop for a moment and pause
That’s when Termidor came in and began making claims
A new class of warfare and the rules have ALL suddenly changed
As far as termite control others were trying but Termidor was now king
And the proof is customers clamoring for it by name but as far as re-treats-just ‘silent springs’
Just one product alone changed the face of a industry and put positive results in everyones hands
But time has run out and unless things change Termidor will alone, no longer stand
Generic wolves stand at the ready and indeed some have made the pounce
Making their own fantastic claims when they’ve not developed even so much as an ounce
They just stood on the sidelines while BASF paid the price
After 10 years the law say’s “you must share now boys” and gee aint that nice
So here come the generics, wanna be’s and impostors
I’m sure lower priced but will they make your roster
The old codger slips into the abyss with just his hose and a rookie eager to hear more
When his light shines on an old star bit treatment hole in the block and he thinks to himself
Thank You Termidor
