A small creature creates an irritation,
brings in a bothersome distraction,
inflicts a rare delusion,
leaves a nagging sensation.
It goes round the eyes,
perches itself over the nose,
sits on the cheeks like a dice,
hovers over the mouth in quick tries.
Driving it away poses a strain
getting rid of it is a gain,
Now is the time to tell you the main,
it is the common fly in its deign
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