Letra de The Fly

[Verso 1]
Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

[Verso 2]
Am I not
A fly like thee?
Or art thou not
A man like me?

[Verso 3]
For I dance
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

[Verso 4]
If thought is life
And strength and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

[Coro]
Then I am
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die....