This sullen fly walks sullenly across my sky and I can see quite sullenly that this is not the fly for me.
I'd rather walk,talk to the bees,bees can fly but would rather walk and surprisingly they also talk,in beeanese,I wouldn't have it any other way,they chatter on in that bumbling.buzzing, fuzzy way,so it's bees not flies that light my fire which proves the point that higher is not better,it just means that when it rains flies get wetter
first.