The Flea and the Fly
The Flea and the Fly.
"You have an attitude at altitude."
Said the Fly as he flew,
to the Flea as he jumped
in the air as they bumped.
"Swearing like that".
"An attitude at altitude".
Said the Flea as he fell,
to the Fly flying by.
"I think you surly jest
you flypast pest".
"What?"
Said the Fly faraway.
"I"ve gone and hurt my knee "said the Flea
groaning on the ground.
"Blooming Fly I hope you die
and all I can say at the end of the day
is I had the Height of way"!
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