Here last night I sat before quite past when you should have been in bed, I’m sure.
The bugs sucked in by my repellent candles thinking it candy assuredly.
Then I notice the bugs flying closest to me were slowly slowing no longer flying hurriedly.
They started swaying and swirling and twirling just as up the smoke from my pipe was rising.
Here I sit again this day stoning all my flys by day, day by day.