The Blue-bottle’s fate (Abraham Hargreaves Ashworth)
- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-09-15). Score information: Letter, 20 pages, 2.23 MB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
First published: 1892 Novello, Ewer, and Co.
Original text and translations
Buzzing and gay in the early dawn,
Fresh from a nap on the garden wall,
Out for a flight over garden and lawn,
No trouble and dreading no fall,
Came a fly,
A lively, frolicsome, bluebottle fly,
And his feet, were as neat
and his style, as complete
As his brain was replete
With the mischief that lurked in his eye.
What glorious fun I’ll have today,
When the baby’s asleep and the nurse away,
When Rover lies by the kitchen door,
I’ll awaken them both and make them roar;
O what larks!
Cried this rollicking, restless, bluebottle fly,
What a cry
There will be, when I’ve done with my fun.
And he wickedly winked his wee, wee eye,
But alas, for the plans he had made,
And alas, for the day just begun,
For this fly soon lit in the grateful shade,
To escape the hot rays of the sun,
And to dream of the sights that soon should meet his eye,
Of a limb,
On his head fell a spider,
Who coolly devoured that bluebottle fly.