The Liberarian fly is fond of bread,

And yes he loves his red breadspread.
He demands for it with a thickened coat,
And then jumps up and down like on a boat.

He is a ram with horns, yes by far,
But he is now a balanced mixed star.
He lives with his grandmother so named Anne,
He is by far the little one by the name Dan.

He loves to kiss Anne over again,
He hugs her and cuddles her without refrain.
He is a Frenchman like strawberries just fine,
Spreading Kissan Jam that face of thine.