Poop In the Soup

I went for a walk down on Sycamore Street Then stopped in a place for a quick bite to eat I ordered my food and some water to drink I just started eating when what do you think? My sandwich looked good so I took a big bite But then I saw something that gave me a fright Something was splashing around in my cup I looked down at it, as it looked right back up It smiled there at me as it gave me a wink Then kept right on splashing around in my drink So picking the glass up I gave it the eye It was then I could see it was only a fly I plucked the fly out but he jumped right back in And started to splash in my drink once again Why would you jump in my drink little fly? Oh why would you do that, oh why, why, why, why? The little fly smiled and he said this to me “I’m trying to take a quick bath, don’t you see?” I said “This is pretty cold water I’ve got Why don’t you go bathe in that big steaming pot?” He said “Silly man, you know nothing of flies There’s soup in that pot and you don’t realize A fly would not ever go bathing in soup We only go there when we must take a poop” Now this really made me upset with the fly I got very quiet, as I looked with a sigh At the big empty bowl sitting there by my plate Was that pepper I’d seen in the soup I just ate?