Now after a little lapse of time,
Stan became deep hungry in his tumbload.
Oh, after all he struggly tricky out several milode,
and anyone would suffer under this.
So suddenly he dood a deep thoucus,
out with his lunchy bag,
just about to do a little nibbload of his mincy meaty, when.......
Here am I
Tiny Fly
May I share your Shepherd's Pie?
What is this strange voice I hear?
Here I am
Look This Way
In the landscape on your tray
There's no need to ask a silly question
If I were you I hope you'd do the same
There's no doubt I'd help a hungry fly out
To see you in a fix it's really such a shame
I'm so hungry
I could die
And no one needs a living fly
My name is Stan
I'm on a quest
Take your fill,
Take nothing less
I am that
That am I
And no one needs a living fly
Now the fly was overwelmed
by this deep generosity of Stan,
to give give give of the foodage.
'Cause all life lassk ssk suf of the foodage, ha!
He look at Stan and said.
Is there anything I can reciprocale,
or do in the joy of return for your generosity,
for giving me food and stuffy?
Stan, I'm looking for the other half of the moon and dangly,
This is my folly, show me where the missing half of that moon.
I don't know, said the fly returnly, but I know someone who know,
if only I were big enough to transporty most.
I would take you there myself, I would do this.
And Stan, having the possey power of the Magicold,
Ah, standed over, roley out the sleevey,
wavely hand, hovery hovery hovery hovery
and out with these magic wordy.
If all the flys were one fly,
what a great enormouse flyfelolifer that would bold, oh.
And there, incredible but oh dear, hovery hovery.
Now the fly recalled with these wordage.
Not only will I transportnum there,
but I will sing it a deep joy of a songload in your eardroves.
That I will Do