I am a blowfly cuz smells blow
From animals recently dead.
Fly to the carcass I do go
To have a bite and make my bed,
Laying my maggot eggs to hatch.
If humans come, they check the time
Of my doings and make a match
Of stuff to try to solve the crime -
I prove a valued source of aid,
But live humans do bother me.
So off I fly from eggs I've laid.
Off this corpse I am very gone.
Pesky humans do carrion!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem