The Fly and the Window:

Never have i seen a fly
With so many eyesights,
Hit and bump so many walls
Right in broad daylight.

They get in your face
And then on your nerves,
Just like they do
On a jar of preserves.

They land on your hand
Then next on your knee,
When your head is turned
And he thinks you can't see.

You swat and you swipe
With take turn swings,
Is your poor little arms
A match for the wing.

The odds speak
And you miss again,
Just by a hair
On your chinny chin chin.

So i open the window
And then shut the door,
Hope that you pick
Yourself from the floor.

Fly through the curtains
And slip pass the glass,
Fly through the window pane
Like a stray piece of grass.

It's straight across the yard
As i burst into space,
With that man i got lucky
Smile on my face.