ANTICIPATION

We-ve-all got a tale to tell -

This is mine, so listen well.

I laughed with joy, Ant-icipating

That my beloved would be waiting

By the gnarled old apple tree

To sing his songs of love to me.

The Boatman rowed me o'er the stream

And lit up by the Fireflies’ gleam

I Spied-a Damsel-fly past me

To meet a man by the apple tree;

Into his arms she did Flea quick -

Could it Bee true? Was that my Mick?

I saw a Blue-bottle on the ground

Picked it up and spun around

I smacked him hard upon the head;

Down he fell. He was stone dead.

I picked up the pieces and was able

To read the shattered bottle's label -

No wonder the poor creep had died -

I'd just committed insecticide!