Dinner Guest

Oh dirty nasty little fly,
Where had your footsteps taken you
Before you walked across my plate
And stuck your snout into my stew?

I saw you and your friends out strolling
Across a fresh cow paddy
And then I saw you eating slop
When I fed the pigs with Daddy.

I want to know if that was you
I saw on Bessie’s nose
And when he took his noonday nap
Was that you on Grandpa’s toes?

So now I guess you think my stew
For you a special treat.
For goodness sakes I only hope
You thought enough to wash your feet!


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