The HouseflyI’m just a little pesky thing,Flying to eke out a living. So round and round and round I hiss,And fill the air with busy bliss.Of hand and swatter steering clear,I venture to light on crumbs and beer.In salad days I was a Grecian king.War and famine make me sing.How much they’d like to whack me flat,With a newspaper or even a baseball bat.Splat!
-David B. Lentz
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