Catching Flies

And that one over there

Look at her

For she is catching her flies

See how they drip down her face?

in that painful hurry

Awful to see, ladies

Awful to see

Let’s have a peaceful meanwhile

You would feel bad if you viewed her

Swollen feet, blistering lips

They used to run where the dirt is loose

They used to sip and kiss politely

She was always bound to sip so soon

Bless her soul and leave her rested!

But we cannot help the dead, good friend

She knew her fate was set afoot

When she stepped upon the fountain edge

Oh, to trust water that is poison

And that one over there

Look at her

Eyes buzzing

For she is catching flies