The Fly

Once upon an evening,
 

When the neighbours were all leaving
I heard a little buzzing from my drain

I listened to that bitter ballad
From a fly looking for salad
And the pitter patter of tiny feet

As it came up through the drain
And do small circles, such a pain
I heard the others begin to ascend

This one fly landed on my shoulder
And i slapped it ever harder
But it still managed to escape

No matter how I tried to deal
I heard its buzzing laughing peal
As it zig zagged my cranium

I'm sure I maybe killed the fly
But now its brother goes on by
And almost lands upon my face

I thought I heard some church bells ringing
But a fly was loudly singing
As it flew onto my lunch

I begged for them to leave me be
But they didn't much agree
As they circled my cranium

Kill one, a hundred more are there
Getting stuck inside my hair
And in my drink of lovely ale

GA Price