[Verse 1]
Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
[Verse 2]
Am I not
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
[Verse 3]
For I dance
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
[Verse 4]
If thought is life
And strength and breath
And the want
Of thought is d**h;
[Chorus]
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die....