In the darkness I see it there;
Trying to hide, oh where oh where.
I curl my back, ready to pounce;
If I should miss, then I will bounce.
It is coming closer, it doesn't see me;
I grin my grin, and smile with glee.
Out goes my paw, I snag it fast;
Into my mouth the taste doesn't last.
Poor fly.
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