There was a very stupid fly
That had an object in his eyes
A tree made of blue glass
An anomaly at the swamp
Creating shafts of light
Holy to the pesty fly
It was home
Till dead
End.
That had an object in his eyes
A tree made of blue glass
An anomaly at the swamp
Creating shafts of light
Holy to the pesty fly
It was home
Till dead
End.