Little fly
Your summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away
And ended your day

Am I not a fly like you?
Are you not a man like me?
Oh, I dance and drink and sing
Til some hand tears off my wing
Tears off my wing

If thought is life and strength and breath
And the want of thought is death
Then am I a happy fly?

If I live or if I die
If I live or if I die
If I live or if I die
If I live or if I die