You Could Die
there was a brave teeny tiny tsetse fly
he tended to zoom up extremely high
jealous gnome cautioned him “you could die!”
he did not pause to even ask him why.
Sunday, he landed in blueberry pie
dragonfly was there, who said, "it is a tie!"
next he stepped on bread, grained and rye
damselfly followed him as way to defy
stop following me, he said with a sigh
she argued, knowing she would never comply
he landed on a soap bar made from lye
next to him he heard a tiny “hi”
dragonfly had landed on tsetse fly’s thigh
he thought he would try to say goodbye
damselfly was there, and in no way shy
they both zoomed with him into the sky
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