The fly on the wall has been there for days.
He casts a big shadow in the sun rays.
Why hasn’t he moved?
He kind of reminds me of myself,
sitting there under my shelf.
Why is he like me?
The fly has been there for week,
Soon he shall die, OH how bleak.
What does he want?
The fly has been there for a week and a half!
Still hasn’t moved,
Not even on my behalf.
He’s driving me crazy
Being so lazy!
How does he stay so still?
Because that fly on the wall…
Wasn’t even a fly at all.
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