The Fly
[Verse 1]
Little Fly
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away

[Verse 2]
Am I not
A fly like thee?
Or art thou not
A man like me?

[Verse 3]
For I dance
And drink, and sing
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing

[Verse 4]
If thought is life
And strength and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;
[Chorus]
Then I am
A happy fly
If I live
Or if I die....