Now fly, I know you’re nothing but one big eye.
But how did you know I was going for the flyswatter, and not a glass of water?
‘Cause now you’ve gone and hidden yourself.
Aha! I see you on that shelf.
Placed carefully on Grandmother’s antique glass;
Just wait I’ll get your ass.
You must be more that one big eye.
‘Cause there you are on my nose, when you could’ve landed on my toes.
It wouldn’t hurt to swat a toe; but a nose- I don’t know.
Go away! You’re nothing but a pest.
I can see this is going to be a test.
I’ll just follow you if you don’t mind.
Now you’re somewhere I cannot find!
You can’t hide forever; but my, aren’t you clever.
Now fly, with the great big eye, how did you know to just buzz by
and skillfully thump me on the head when I wasn’t looking.
You must have brains for heaven’s sake.
I’ll have to be wiser than a snake.
I love you fly-now come near.
Don’t be afraid, just sit right here.
That’s it fly, go ahead and land.
There’s no weapon in my hand.
Since you’re so smart, I’d better get ready.
Here we go, nice and steady.
Get ready to die.
One shot may be all I get; or you’ll be here for days.
Forget that S . . .!
See there are no brains or anything of the sort.
I could do this all day just for sport.