Little fly
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink, and sing
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing
If thought is life
And strength and breath
And the want
Of thought is death
Then am I
A happy fly
If I live
Or if I die
Or if I die
If I die
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
And drink, and sing
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing
And strength and breath
And the want
Of thought is death
A happy fly
If I live
Or if I die
Or if I die
If I die
Who wrote the lyrics to 'The Fly' by Caprice?