Three Flies

 

There were three flies above me

They were three, they were free

They were flying high above me

They were all I wanted to be

I said, ‘Oh, go fly away!

Don’t come back some sunny day,

Tell me what you want to say,

And we’ll arrange a holiday’.

Then we found some apple trees

And gave to the honey bees

A potion for their very knees

To help them through the breeze

They were blue they were green

They were purple and unseen

They were flying high above me

They were all I wanted to be

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