Housefly Heaven

by Bud Lemire on Oct 6, 2007


With a rolled up magazine, she swats at a fly
"You dirty little bugger, you're going to die!"
"You heard what I said, I'm sure of it"
And with a swing, she makes a hit

One fly is dead, watch out for the rest
When Loretta's on the loose, she gives her best
One just landed upon that chair
With a swipe of her hand, a dead one is there

Two down, but there's many more
They're coming on people who come in the door
Another fly is spotted near the place where I sit
There she goes again, she's not going to quit

Three down, and she's spotted some more
A swing and a hit, now she's killed four
"You can't hide from me, you won't stay alive"
And on the table by the jigsaw, she's now killed five

She's really good, when she has them in sight
Down comes the roll, with all of her might
Six are now dead, will there be seven
Splat!  There goes the seventh, to Housefly Heaven