Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Ernie the Fly

(to Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers' "Learning to Fly")

Well he started out
As a maggot child
Food was rough
Foul and vile

When the sun came up
On that fateful morn
He had quite enough
A thought was born

Our Ernie the fly
Had to leave that scene
Needed finer things

Life is short on days
All flies will learn
And the finer foods
Made his palette yearn

Our Ernie the fly
Had to leave that scene
Flew around
Wanted best cuisine

So he took flight
To north side town
Saw some soup
Flew right down

And the patron said
To maître d'
“So why’s this fly
In my split pea?”

“He’s learning to swim,”
The waiter spoke
“Poor fly needs help
With back-stroke.”

Our Ernie the fly
Had a final meal
Drowned in soup
Should have had the veal.

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