The Fly - Budam

Little fly, your summer’s play

My thoughtless hand has brushed away

Am not I a fly like you

Or are not you a man like me

For I sing, dance and drink

Till some blind hand shall brush my wing

If thought is life, strength and breath

And the want of thought is death

Then am I a happy fly if I live, or if I die

Then am I a happy fly if I live, or if I die

(Play away, fly, man

Drink, dance, sing, thought

Strength, breath, life, death

Play away, fly, man

Drink, dance, sing, thought

Strength, breath, life, death,

Play away, fly, man

Drink, dance, sing, thought, strength, breath, life, death)

Little fly