There was a pretty fly
It had a dream
It had a song
Flitting from petal to petal
As if it would never die
Kept on humming softly
Its very own song
When the hail came
the flowers died
No food, no shelter
No one to listen to its song
The cold crushed the fly
Its wings maimed
Voice broken
Forgot its own song
Hovering over the barren land
It met a black cat
Mewing a tune
Akin to its own song
What is it that you sing?
How is it that you do?
How come you can sing
My very own song?
Naive fly, said the cat
You do not know
I used to sit beneath the tree
Where you sang your song
I fell in love with your innocence
I loved your bright wings
But above all in the world
I loved your song
So accompanied
The fly moved on
A flicker of hope
To find its song
Hovering over the barren land
It met a black snake
Hissing a tune
Akin to its own song
What is it that you sing?
How is it that you do?
How come you can sing
My very own song?
Silly fly, said the snake
You do not know
I used to crawl beneath the tree
Where you sang your song
The melody kept me live
The memory kept me wake
And I was able to brave the cold
Because of your song
Do not weep silly fly
Do not feel alone
You will have us with you
And we'll listen to your song
The fly still wanders with them
The black snake and the cat
In the search for what it lost
Its own song
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