A gentleman crawled up my arm, where he sat Eight-legged, four-eyed, he lifted his hat And then introduced himself “John Webb, Esquire” Said: “Pardon me, madam, but might I enquire If you have quite finished, that is, with your lunch? It’s just that I saw it, and I had a hunch – And do interrupt me if I’m being rude! – That bagel you bought, surely, does not include The bluebottle perched upon yonder pastrami – Or roastbeef? Or is it a piece of salami? Forgive me, I fear that I lack expertise On meat products and, for that matter, on cheese But I’m not mistaken, ma’am, in my assumption: The fly is not part of your half-eaten luncheon? To think such a specimen might go to waste! Instead I suggest, ma’am, that I have a taste Or, better yet, let me devour it entire For surely as my name is John Webb, Esquire You would have my gratitude, which might seem small But better have that than have nothing at all! And better than better, I say, is the best: I’d rid you, for free, of an unwanted pest While I’d get what youngsters like you might call “scoff” No fuss and no muss and then I would buzz off And so we might snuff out two birds with one stone For I would leave sated – and you, left alone If you should object, now’s the moment to say Or else give me leave to advance on my prey And let me add, madam, it brings me delight You’ve not tried to brush me off, or taken fright You aren’t the type who just sits there and gawks…