My Friend The Fly

My friend the fly is a cheeky little mite

He enters by the window and he hangs out by the light

He guages where I'm at and then he swoops from yay on high

And buzzes right up close and says it's me your friend the fly

And I fly into a rage as he deceives my point of view

He's just a little fly and yes I know that much is true

And something touched me on the head and I gave myself a whack

And slipped on a banana skin and smack right on my back

My friend the fly swoping low begins to sing

My ankle has been sprained and now my arm is in a sling

He seems to take delight as now he spins and loops the loop

My mind is sharp and my eye is keen to land him in the soup

As he begins to serenade of things of sheer delight

Then focus my attention and my will with all my might

And almost flying through the air I give myself a whack

Then down a flight of thirteen steps and smack right on my back

ooh

I'm lying in the hospital it's the thirteenth floor for me

No solitude no food is this the life you seek

Despite that cheeky so and so's attempts to spoil my day

That pretty nurse with the bandages she just can't stay away

If you could see what I've become you'd get a strange surprise

Indeed I am invisible except for nose and eyes

When noone comes to visit then I'm really quite relieved

Except when I remember and I really get quite peeved

And almost right on cue I hear a buzzing somewhere near

My heart begins to swell because one thing is now quite clear

He guages where I am at and he swoops from yay on high

He buzzes right up close and says it's me your friend the fly

He sits upon my noggin and we share a smoke or two

And I'm moved to say it's great to have a friend a friend like you

No more will I try and beat you down and drive us round the bend

Because after all it's me and you the fly my only friend