Five Flies    Grant Nelson Hewlett   

I took a swat at singing this tall tale composed by Grant Nelson Hewlett. Gene Hardy played the musical saw and I made the fly sound effects.

There’s a certain street, with a certain house, 

And there at the top of the stair,

There's a door to a room where a table and chair 

Sit and wait for me there.

And on the table you see, a letter to me,

That came in the morning mail and so I begin my tail.

I was on the chair at the table, 

About to read my mail,

When not knowing any better     

A fly landed on my letter.

And smash I squashed the fly.

Now there's a spot on the 

Paper where the poor fly died.

Another fly landed, right near the spot.

Swat he was caught, and made another spot 

On the letter where the first fly died.

Now you believe, another one landed,

And bam open handed it made another dot

On the spot where the first two died.

Then another fly lit, right beside it,

And plop one shot it made another spot 

On the letter where the first three died.

When the next fly died that made five

Cause he too died right near the spot 

On the letter where the first four died.

Now there’s a certain street, with a certain house 

And just at the top of the stair,

There's a door to a room where a table and chair 

Sit and wait for me there.

And on the table you see a letter to me

With the five squashed flies.

…Six!