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