The Fly

THE FLY Really quite streamlined Wings spread back in uniform V Vector unimaginable The tiny fellow is indomitable Loves all sorts of pastry fruit meat Alas everything! Fortunately I am much oversized All he can do is taste And so – much better to have other food at the table There is an Indian burial ground – “The Mounds” Way north In Canada where They say some have been eaten alive where They come at you in swarms One lad went to the Mounds in shorts Was found two minutes later with a black suit on Chitababbawassee smiling down Distant drums You don’t worry about where he’s going It’s where he’s been You worry about those microscopic particles on your cinnamon roll Perhaps something already digested? He will linger on a plate Seemingly watching you With those electric green eyes You can almost hear him say “When da big one go off fool We still gonna be around We gots relatives underground”