A Fly Buzzing By

Croak Croak Somewhere in the dark of night In a watery swamp A frog’s tongue Escapes its mouth To snatch his meal A fly A fly Buzzing buzzing by Bzzzz “Aye” Said the frog “Be quiet you fly” “Or I’ll make you my meal, the time is nigh” The fly kept buzzing As flies tend to do The frog gave more warnings Not one, but two The fly didn’t listen They don’t tend to do They don’t follow orders Maybe because they can’t understand But alas The frog didn’t care As he gave him a chance His powerful legs Launch him Up Up Up Into the air The fly Goes Straight Into It’s Mouth