Its commensal, at best, This house fly of a guest; Who frequents your home, Alits on a chair, Rubbing its hands together. It shows no regrets, Feeding, slurping and buzzing, With a self-made bequest. I can tolerate a bar fly; A barn fly, a sty fly; But, I've the bottle fly, That plunders my fridge, Swarms over my beer Like a blood-thirsty midge. He's a house fly, And ignorant, So fly paper won't do. I need a SWAT team to shoo This house fly adieu.