The Poetry Corner

The Fly.

By Oliver Herford

OB-SERVE, my child, the House-hold Fly, With his ex-traor-di-na-ry eye: What-ev-er thing he may be-hold Is mul-ti-plied a thou-sand-fold. We do not need a com-plex eye When we ob-serve the Household Fly: He is so vol-a-tile that he In ev-ery place at once can be; He is the buzz-ing in-car-na-tion Of an-i-mate mul-ti-pli-ca-tion. Ah! chil-dren, who can tell the Why And Where-fore of the House-hold Fly?