You buzz around my face
black fly.
the enemy retreats
and BACK again you come
to torture me on this glorious day
shoo fly don’t bother me
may I use your thousands of eyes fly? for
I have a pest that
wont leave me be
if you were me and I was you
fly
would you swat and swing at me?
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 9:55 PM UTC
You buzz around my face
black fly.
the enemy retreats
and BACK again you come
to torture me on this glorious day
shoo fly don’t bother me
may I use your thousands of eyes fly? for
I have a pest that
wont leave me be
if you were me and I was you
fly
would you swat and swing at me?
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