The Fly
The Fly, that pesky little thing,
You should be happy that they don't sting.
Fly around with nothing to do,
Except to annoy people like you.
Light
Light will shine the way,
Lead you to the bay
Where water will whoosh
And wind will swoosh.
The light will shine the way.
Sleep
When you sleep, you don't know what will happen.
All you’re doing is nappin’.
Maybe bugs are crawling in your bed
Biting, crawling, till you crush them dead.
Close your eyes and count some sheep
Who knows what happens when you are asleep.
The Fly, that pesky little thing,
You should be happy that they don't sting.
Fly around with nothing to do,
Except to annoy people like you.
Light
Light will shine the way,
Lead you to the bay
Where water will whoosh
And wind will swoosh.
The light will shine the way.
Sleep
When you sleep, you don't know what will happen.
All you’re doing is nappin’.
Maybe bugs are crawling in your bed
Biting, crawling, till you crush them dead.
Close your eyes and count some sheep
Who knows what happens when you are asleep.
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