The Fly

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The Fly

Once there was a little fly who could not never ever fly

Because he could not ever fly he always used to always cry

Then one day I started to fly and soared all over the big blue sky.

Then the fly started to cry and his jealousy pulled me down.

He pulled me down from the big blue sky and then he left me there to die.

Then when he left me there to die then he started to grin.

His grin is grin was a sin as his soul was angry and evil within

That fly that fly who couldn't fly that now that can fly is mean

As he pulled me over the riverbend I didn't know that it wasn't the end

As I was limping down the road there I Saw a big broad toad

That toad was no ordinary toad because I saw it down the road

But then he seemed to always show
That he can that bug

There he was hopping touching the sky then he ate that evil fly

Out of his mouth came that fly Who flew right out and did not die

He flew right out without a doubt but then there came a swan

A Swan a swan a beautiful swan Who gobbled it down big and brawn

But then the fly flew out of its mouth and he was still alive

But then there came a beautiful fawn
Right from The light of dawn

He ate that fly just like the swan
And then he was surely dead

So I thanked the toad and I thanked the swan and I thanked the fawn from the light of dawn

They saved my life from the fly who always used to always cry

Because he could not ever fly and soar up into the sky

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