In the middle of the great land
Performing was a small band
They were quite drunk
And their stage was junk
But to them, it was quite grand
In the middle of the great land
Performing was a small band
They were quite drunk
And their stage was junk
But to them, it was quite grand
Can you imagine the life of a fly?
To hover around idly,
In the area of higher beings,
Feasting on their remains,
Escaping when they see you
I don’t think enough people
Consider the value of being nice.
Hold a door open for
Someone you don't know.
Give a sandwich to
One day, on a dry summers night,
A winged monster swooped in, looking for a fight
It burned and it broke everything it could find,
Then it left, leaving carnage behind
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