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546. The Fly

What have I done asked the fly
Its wings stuck in a silky web
I only wanted to steal some food
Instead someone else will be fed
Do not worry remarked the spider
I needn’t rob to feed my belly
I simply wait for the careless like you
Another garnishment for nature’s jelly
Please kind spider cried the fly
My life is hardly worth your trying
Set me free and I’ll bring you food
I’d prefer some other creature was here crying
Yet the spider didn’t listen and set to work
He packaged the fly for a later date
The fly cried that he deserved better
Overlooking the obvious had sealed his fate


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