THE FLY
Oh! fly thou e'er unwanted creature
Damnable in every feature
Blessings on you, may you choke
And cease to pester peaceful folk
You creepy, crawly useless thing
Why must you tickle as you cling
And wipe your foully filthy feet
On man - God's chosen and elite.
Foul vermin though I swat and kill
And pile crushed corpses higher still
You send your reinforcements in
To join that heap of slaughtered kin
You even share my meagre meal
Will nothing curb each cursed zeal
In scalding tea why seek to swim
When death awaits you on the brim.
You blight the dewy dawn of day
As with its light you rouse your pray
You'll watch him rend his way to bed
Before your blessed belly's fed
Go buzz about you burdened beast
He'll not disturb your glutinous feast
No I - parasite you'd rather die
So here's at you filthy fly.
I'm sure that slimy sweat's enough
without your sticking to the stuff
Oh! Why did God inflict us so?
I'd give a deal of wealth to know.
Could I control your wasted life
I'd save a lot of senseless strife.
And give you powers to perceive
‘Tis deadly thus to steal and thieve
Had I but half of Robbie's wit
I'd here expound the best of it
Oh would that Burns could live again
To pen some aptly suited strain
Alas, could even he prevail
On nature with a rusting nail
The fly would still buzz out his glee
And feed on folks like you and me.
LF Fearby
Libya 26/08/1942
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