The Fly - Cosmo Sheldrake

Little fly

Thy summer's play

My thoughtless hand

Has brushed away

Am I not a fly like thee

Or art not thou a man like me

For I dance and drink and sing

Till some blind hand shall brush my wing

If thought is life and strength and breath

And the want of thought is death

Then I am a happy fly

If I live or if I die

Then I am a happy fly

If I live or if I die

Then I am a happy fly

If I live or if I die

Then I am a happy fly

If I live or if I die

Little fly

Thy summer's play

My thoughtless hand

Has brushed away

Am I not a fly like thee

Or art not thou a man like me

For I dance and drink and sing

Till some blind hand shall brush my wing

If thought is life and strength and breath

And the want of thought is death

Then I am a happy fly

If I live or if I die

Then I am a happy fly

If I live or if I die

Then I am a happy fly

If I live or if I die

Then I am a happy fly

If I live or if I die