Fly
One unfortunate tale of a typical fly. Poor bugger.I wonder why, oh why,Does that fly buzz about in my eye?Is it stupid? Why my eye?Are you looking to be killed,Splatted, maimed in cold blood?Do you see that spider? Hanging around, upon its web,Beautifully spun, made from silk,He’s hungry you know!Go on, fly into it, stop bothering me!I’d wager you think,my tea is your drink,that’s why you’re there, isn’t it?Well, I hate to say this,But now you’re dead,Drowned in my cup.F...