The Three Little Flies

Ping, Pong and Poo were three little flies.

But only Poo was wise.

They were siblings, full of cheer,

Always buzzing, far and near.

One bright day with eyes ashine,

They followed a boat, so gentle and fine.

Bobbing along on waters murky and dark,

To see what adventures, they could surely embark.

First was Ping, wild and free,

Always full of endless glee.

Buzzing so fast, going mad,

Didn’t see the frog on a lily pad.

Next was Pong, quick and snappy,

Flitting along, aways so happy.

Into a spider’s web, did dive,

The spider was waiting… but will he survive?

Lastly there’s Poo, small and wise,

Evading traps, that’s no surprise.

She waited and watched with patience aglow,

Then found her time and off she did go.

Poor little Poo, full of wisdom and grace,

Now all alone in this big empty space,

When her mind was free to think and ponder,

Her uplifting thoughts where they used to wander.

Oh, Ping and Pong, she did miss them so,

But remember in every tale,

Knowledge is a wind that sets the sail.

So just like Poo, be wise in your stride,

For life is a lesson, and a vibrant ride.