Flies, flies, they are everywhere,
They seem 2 be Luicifer of the air,
Don't, don't, open that bag right there,
You might jus get, a buzzing good scare.
Buzz, buzz, that blue bottle buzz,
2 wake up to that, is jus 2 much.
Chase, Chase, wave of a crutch,
Days n nights, it's jus 2 much.
Bags, bags, I clamber over bags,
All 2 chase that speedy hag.
Rag, rag, hand always with rag,
N in my other palm spray 2 tag.
Wait, wait, for the critter 2 land,
Approach real deft, with detol in hand.
Slow, slow, sneak n plan,
Spray that shiz, empty the can.
Pick, pick that dead body clear,
Just a fly 2 add 2 the bag right here,
Hope, hope, another won't appear,
Otherwise, I'll be fly catching all year.
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