The Fly

They’re small, really small you can barely see them
Like specks of grain tiny to the naked eye
They fly around to fast to get a hold of one
Sometimes I hope to see one flat against the wall
Their wings are like clear silver mesh wire
Their bodies are all black fuzz with crazy eyes
There one goes, flying around
Grab the swatter to kill it now!

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