It seems like quite a lot to do, But I suppose he’ll see it through When nothin’ else is crowdin’ him Nor pressin’ on his mind, and Jim Is feelin’ fairly fit and prime— But when it comes to that there time I guess it’s not too much to say That Jim will have one busy day.
FLIES
Wherein the reader is instructed in certain mysteries. He acquainteth himself with the multiple personages of the little drama.
Our kitchen’s full of flies an’ things, A billion very near, And though they’re tantalizin’ things, At times they’re tantalizin’ things, They give it atmosphere. A kitchen is more kitchy when The flies are everywhere, And work goes on less hitchy when, A hundred times less hitchy when There’s music in the air. When chilly their stupidity Is really quite a deal, They like the mild humidity, They much prefer humidity, It helps them uncongeal.
With the advent of day a new life dawns—there is bustle and activity and all the ether is jubilant with praise.
It’s then they totter ’round a bit And gradually relax, Their wings begin to sound a bit, To sizz and sing and sound a bit Abaft their beady backs. Anon the whole community Is pulsing through the void, Each purrs his little tunity His titillating tunity With pleasure unalloyed. Some for the unwashed dishes steer, They joy to congregate Where fragmentary fishes smear. Where frequent flecks of fishes smear The surface of a plate.
After bodily comfort and satiety a care-free spirit fireth their souls to further conquest.
And how they love to wallow in A bowl of batter, oh How they do love to swallow in, To sip and sup and swallow in Those drippy dabs of dough. They’re happy and go-lucky and They’re irresponsible, They’ve predilections mucky and, Most mushy-mush and mucky and They gorge until they’re full. Betimes they gallivanting go To forage where they may, With buzzy minors chanting low, With chirpy chirrups chanting low, They drone a roundelay.