The Midge There was once a midge who lived for a day, This is a rare thing for a midge you see, Most live for minutes and hours they say, But this one little midge decided, hay not me, I shall not conform to the midge way, So as he ascended to the deadly sky he hid in a tree, His friends and family continued and got so high, They could not breathe or think or fly, This little midge that minute thought, my oh my, Why do I survive as most midges die? And then it came to him, he need not try, For he was no midge, he was a fly.
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