I was a child, not yet five…
From innocence did I resign
when in the night a found a soul;
his heart it was an empty hole.
I took him home with me to stay
and promised to him better days.
But did I lie? Straight through my teeth!
His heresy I did bequeath
Its rightful note, and by the light
of fire, what a dreadful sight.
I plucked his limbs off, one by one.
A gruesome deed I’ve gaily done.
Relievèd of my wretched dread,
my friend, the fly, was finally dead.