Wouldn’t it be great,
To have a fly as a pet.
Perhaps name it Jet.
Carry it for walks on a leash of white thread.
Prepare its food, a morsel of sweet bread.
Sure to be the talk at the dinner table,
Spinning its daily adventures into fable.
Perhaps it might become famous,
On Flyogram or Swatter.
Its daily photos and the incessant buzz,
Would prove it’s no quitter.