" The Housefly

I’m just a little pesky thing,
Flying to eke out a living.
So round and round and round I hiss,
And fill the air with busy bliss.
Of hand and swatter steering clear,
I venture to light on crumbs and beer.
In salad days I was a Grecian king.
War and famine make me sing.
How much they’d like to whack me flat,
With a newspaper or even a baseball bat.
Splat! "

― David B. Lentz , Bloomsday: A Tragicomedy