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No Flies On Me
No Flies on Me What is it that makes these creatures so hated With an image in life that’s always berated Could it be their allure to the dung and decay Where their babies are born, what more can one say And after to settle on sugar and butter Then vomit and liquefy food for their supper Their ability to taste is inbuilt in their feet They can walk upside down as well as excrete So mind your heads that’s a warning to you You could find yourselves all covered in poo With probing proboscis that persistently delves Shows ample dare and considerable nerve Their acute reactions and speedy avoidance Cause so many, significant annoyance With compound eyes they’re bound to win Their battles with swats, firmly hands down Without the fly we would lose such a lot So many beauties with colors to spot As pollinators they’re ace, akin to the bee They’re food for the frog and the spider you see The gardeners love them for aphids they eat This indulgence in pests is real tough to beat But sadly the diptera steadily decline Their extinction would mean the end of the line There’s no flies on me and I hope that I’m wrong And we would no more sing life’s glorious song
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