Versos English Ruth McEnery Stuart The Fly

English poem

The Fly

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Wid dem suctious foots, seem lak Br'er Fly Mought draw down health ef he trod de sky; But he's so onpartic'lar whar he roams Dat he's got 'isself screened out o' quality homes. An' he ain't by 'isself outcas' like dat-- No, he ain't by 'isself in dat.