Little fly
| Thy summer's play
| My thoughtless hand
| Has brushed away
|
| Am not I
| A fly like thee?
| Or art not thou
| A man like me?
|
| Little fly...
|
| For I dance
| And drink and sing
| Till some blind hand
| Shall brush my wing
|
| I thought is life
| And strength and breath
| And the want
| Of thought is death
|
| Little fly...
|
| Then am I
| A happy fly
| If I live
| Or if I die
|
| -----------------
| Little Fly
| | Esperanza Spalding |
|
|
|
