Flies are the second most conceited creature in the world, next to humans of course. But if they have been less self-centered, plagues would have come out of the box.
With flies’ enormous speed
They thought
They can never be caught
They can easily dodge a hand
Skip a stick
Trip a trick
They get as close as they can get
No time to think
Their thousand eyes are ruling their heads
But humans
A bit smart than flies
Are veterans of this self-flattery
Thus flies ended up crushed
On the surface of a swatter
And hushed on a sticky fly trapper
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