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Cross the field to catch the fly
Ass lit up like fouro july
Giggles spilling, feet tangle
Tumble awkward, legs limp dangle
Quiet sky done hushed that fly
Your teary eyes just cry and cry
Caught between your fingers fore
Dead yellow guts and glowing gore
Here you sat in quandary wonder
Realized the secret plunder
A crisp new reason to run
Squishing bug by bug till your done