There was a little fly,
his name was Fred.
He flew into a car,
looking for some shade.
There, he saw a little girl
who decided to become his friend.
She allowed him to explore.
She allowed him to fly.
He sat on her orange juice lid,
and he looked her in the eye.
She shared with him
her bright orange,
orange juice.
He stayed close by her side.
He took a little sip.
He shook his little head.
He was a little tired,
so he went straight to his little bed.
She decided to let him stay.
She decided he could go.
It was his decision.
This she let him know.
Today, he is still
in the car.
Wondering
where you are.
Groovy Tales of a Well Adult 