The poem about Mr. Fly

This poem is about a fly waking up to early in spring, when the new snow just came to Sweden:

Mister fly woke up an early morning,
Took a walk when snow came without a warning
He is now lonely and preparing to die
And so he whispers smoothly goodbye
Oh my, oh my, is this really farewell?
To let your soul fly, and leave your exoshell?
Oh, Mister fly! If only fasettes could cry!
Oh why, oh why, wake so early mister Fly?



  1 comment for “The poem about Mr. Fly

  1. Karin
    March 24, 2014 at 20:24

    I bet he will survive. Or she 😀

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