Fly, Fly,
Fly on the wall-paper,
Blissfully small,
Watching you crawl.
I am your god,
But god is my god.
God is a fly,
To some other guy.
Run, run
Run little boy
Hide in the roses
From god and the guy.
Fly pretty bird,
Speck in the sky,
So far away,
From spiders and flies.