Chemistry

The fly darts around me
He thinks it's a race,
I take my time

Jones in front knows it all
Answers hide in his
Crazy black hair

The fly never quiets
Inquiring what we
already know

Jones has all the patience
Knows about the fly
Flies never cease

The fly never listens
Only thinking up
What he'll ask next

Jones answers the questions
Before the fly asks
The fly can't hear

The fly will go away
Jones will stick around
Maggots will grow


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