There once was a fly called Jim,
Who hated circling the bin,
‘I’m better than this’ he’d cry
To other flies buzzing by,
He wanted more from life
Than annoying a house wife
He wondered if he could be a spy,
What a fine job that’d be for a fly!
So to the office he went
Of a spy agency in Brent
They cried ‘we’d love to have you on our team’
Further boosting Jim’s rocketing self esteem
So Jim was hired
And then wired
Delighted he buzzed into a hotel room,
Where a bride was cheating on her groom,
And into a laboratory he flew,
Where a famous scientist was sniffing glue,
And into a dark room he did soar,
To spy on a renowned whore,
But whilst he watched from the wall
She did spot him and call
‘Fly, fly’ the whore did yell
From her body a man fell
FUNNY Jim thought – for her to get shirty
About a fly that’s only a little bit dirty
He tried to buzz off and disappear,
But was weighed down by his spy gear,
And as Jim the fly did stall,
The man squashed him on the wall.
So when a fly now says ‘jesus this is bit grim’
The others tell the story of cocky little Jim.
