I spy with my little eye
Said the buzzing creature that resembled a fly
I watch your life from up above
As I swoop around like peaceful dove
I see the games that you play
What you do when your husbands away
Your money is safe under that floor
But if I were you I’d lock the door
You dance around naked all through the house
Whilst under your fridge hides a mouse
I see you bathe and wash your hair
Whilst I sit on the ceiling and have a good stare
I listen to your music that seems rather hip
Watch you drink vodka with a great big sip
I smell your face whilst you’re asleep
Watch you dream of little beau peep
I lick away at horrible things
They say I’m harmless because I don’t have a sting
When you put out your dinner I see my chance
In I go at a speeding glance
I lick away with my mucky tongue
Spreading disease so it all goes wrong
I watch you lay down and be terribly sick
Before you bend over like a broken stick
I’m waiting my time like a good little fly
My meal will continue when you die
Oh my god she’s got a rolled up newspaper
Swings it around like a window draper
She catches my head and down goes this midge
I fall on floor in front of the fridge
Then out he comes this snarling mouse
There will be no more buzzing around this house
Inside his belly and I open my eyes
An Aladdin’s cave with such a surprise
I’m not scared and certainly won’t freeze
I quite like the smell of Stilton cheese
So this is a story about the fly of the house
Who was hit by a newspaper and devoured by a mouse
Now I live in a wet warm belly
Full of surprises that are lovely and smelly