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The Black Fly | ||
| Mr. Fly flew in my door. He had not been there before. Though I chase him to and fro He is not about to go. Big and black, he buzzes loud, Of his territory proud. He can hide and rest a while With a merry little smile. After he's explored the house, Finding neither cat nor mouse, Maybe he will fly away, Thinking it's best not to stay. | ||
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