While afternoon was passing by
I heard the buzzing of a fly;
trapped on back before my eyes
he flailed to skirt his own demise.
Oh, Fly!
Can I,
having seen you in this state,
remain apart from your fate?
If I could help, and watch you die
Is the cause of death now I?
Though your buzzing did offend
Who am I to bring it’s end?
Perhaps after this lowly life
your next one will be free from strife?
Shall I, if I stay my hand
speed you to a future grand?
Tell me, please, I wish to know
Should I help you stay or go
