It is right interestin’ how hosses flight flies.
They stand so both tails protect both pair of eyes.
They git close together, a touchin’ the hide,
So the flies only git a good chance at one side.
But them flies bite their bellies and crawl up their legs
They light and they walk and they eat and lay eggs.
And the hosses keep fussin’ and stompin’ around
Till they wear themselves out and tromp holes in the ground.
The flies keep a workin’ and give ’em no rest
Till they take out and run to get rid of the pests.
But them flies seem to figger that hoss blood’s worth while
Fer they’ll keep after hosses fer several mile.
You know that I never could make out jest why,
BUt a hoss seems a natural feed fer a fly.
He will leave any thing that he happens across
If he sees any chance to git bitin’ a hoss.
(Bruce Kiskaddon)
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Based on Topics: Chance PoemsBased on Keywords: pests, figger, hoss, hosses, workin, tromp, touchin, fussin, bitin, stompin, interestin