Pretending I'M a Fly
I am walking through the house
I see a little fly
I feel a little sorry
for he's not as big as I
I see a little fuzzy
I sort of want to keep
I feel a little sorry
That it reminds me of a sheep
And even when I look
at the textured ceiling
I sometimes see a face
and glances I keep stealing
So I guess it's okay
to be just as mad as I
as I walk of in the distance
pretending I'm a fly
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