Wrestling on while she sought for something--
Over hill and dale, through night and day, seeking for something.
"Foul play! Foul play! Look down and decide,"
"Not I, poor flies, I must search for something."
So they caught up a town to watch the game.
"He is right! He is wrong!" cried old and young.
"He is wrong! He is right!" And so war began.
While they wrestled away and she sought for something,
Over hill and dale, through night and day, seeking for something.
"What a noise you make; I am tired of flies."