There was an old woman
There was a young
There was a middle-aged
There was just a woman who swallowed a fly,
I’ll tell you why she swallowed a fly,
She’ll not die.
You see that woman, she was a bike rider,
She rode down a bridle path with hedges beside her,
And in the hedges were blossoms and flies,
They were in the air and in the skies,
Horrid flies.
The woman thought she was entirely prepared,
Full of care, sun-glasses she did weared,
But even she, such a seasoned rider,
Fell prey to the beasts in the hedges beside her,
Yet it wasn’t the flies to hit her eyes,
I’ll tell you why she swallowed the fly,
Not her demise.
The woman got caught on her way coming back,
Imagine that! not going but back,
Though she was prepared with glasses she weared,
An experienced rider with hedges beside her,
Open-mouthed, the woman gasped her way up the hill,
The fly went straight in and he’s there still,
But at least it’s not a goat (nor a cow or a horse, of course) got stuck in her throat,
And it won’t kill…
If you’re ever out cycling and swallow a fly
just remember how lucky you are, by and by
for the fly, poor wee beasty, is, sadly, a goner
while you cycle onwards, the victor with honour!
Maybe a bee keepers veil would do the trick…n Trust you not sick..
Yes, a veil, one that shrouds ears, eyes, nose, mouth and lip,
Might, as you suggested, just do the trick,
For those bees come a buzzing about my ears,
In… and out they go, just allaying my fears,
And the lipstick I wear, though jolly and pretty,
At the end of a ride becomes flying-ant city!