Two insects, both at the lower order of our preference, can’t just get along.
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A flea few up a flew
To flea a fly of stygian hue.
Said the flea, as she flew,
I’ll be dog gone if I let you
Do the nasty thing you plan to do.
The fly flew after the flea
Saying, Dang it wait for me.
If you flew slower you’d see
I’m as harmless as can be.
After all we’re related, you and me.
The flea continued to fly.
She said, no fool am I.
If you touch me I’ll surely die.
So please do not draw nigh.
And, she flew off into the sky.
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