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I never kill a fly because	A
I think that what we have of laws	A
To regulate and civilize	B
Our daily life we owe to flies	B
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Apropos I'll tell you of Choo the spouse	C
Of the head of the hunters Wung	D
Such a beautiful cave they had for a house	C
And a brood of a dozen young	D
And Wung would start by the dawn's red light	E
On the trailing of bird or beast	F
And crawl back tired on the brink of night	E
With food for another feast	F
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Then the young would dance in their naked glee	G
And Choo would fuel the fire	H
Fur and feather how good to see	G
And to gorge to heart's desire	H
Flesh of rabbit and goose and deer	I
With fang like teeth they tore	J
And laughed with faces a bloody smear	I
And flung their bones on the floor	J
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But with morning bright the flies would come	K
Clouding into the cave	L
You could hardly hear for their noisy hum	K
They were big and black and brave	L
Darkling the day with gust of greed	M
They'd swarm in the warm sunrise	B
On the litter of offal and bones to feed	M
A million or so of flies	B
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Now flies were the wife of Wung's despair	N
They would sting and buzz and bite	E
And as her only attire was hair	N
She would itch from morn to night	E
But as one day she scratched her hide	O
A thought there came to Choo	P
If I were to throw the bones outside	O
The flies would go there too	P
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That spark in a well nigh monkey mind	Q
Nay do not laugh or scorn	R
For there in the thoughts of Choo you'll find	Q
Was the sense of Order born	R
As she flung the offal far and wide	O
And the fly cloud followed fast	S
Battening on the bones outside	O
The cave was clear at last	S
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And Wung was pleased when he came at night	E
For the air was clean and sweet	T
And the cave kids danced in the gay firelight	T
And fed on the new killed meat	T
But the children Choo would chide and boss	U
For her cleanly floor was her pride	T
And even the baby was taught to toss	V
His bite of a bone outside	T
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Then the cave crones came and some admired	T
But others were envious	W
And they said She swanks she makes us tired	T
With her complex modern fuss	W
However most of the tribe complied	T
Though tradition dourly dies	B
And a few Conservatives crossly cried	T
We'll keep our bones and our flies	B
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So Reformer Choo was much revered	T
And to all she said You see	G
How my hearth is clean and my floor is cleaned	T
And there ain't no flies on me	G
And that was how it all began	X
Through horror of muck and mess	Y
Even in prehistoric Man	X
LAW ORDER and CLEANLINESS'	Y
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And that is why I never kill	Z
A fly no matter how obscene	A2
For I believe in God's good will	Z
He gave us vermin to make us clean	A2

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