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Oh, I am just a little fly. You slap at me as I buzz by. I'd rather be a kid like you But I must do what flies must do. I spend my time dodging swatters And laying eggs in stinky waters. To do all this I have to eat, That's why I say grace on your meat. We flies have feelings, laughs and sighs, And we see life through special eyes. So know that flies mean you no harm And I wish we'd never left the farm! —Grandpa Tucker |
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