The fly is innocent of guile and also all hygiene.
It lands upon our steaming food and garbage quite unseen.
It crawls about on baby's knee and road kill without pause.
It walks upon the ceiling with no thought of higher laws.
It rubs its little hands as if it wants to celebrate,
Then finds a bowl of soup in which it can regurgitate.
Oh why is it that creatures that must mess around with feces
Never ever do become a rare endangered species?
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