There's a little blue fly on her window,
And buzzing 'round her head,
He better go away and leave her alone,
Or she's going to kill him dead.

But why should she kill the little blue fly?
He's flying 'round looking--
And doesn't want to die.
Then too, if she kills him,

And he doesn't go back home,
His wife and his children
Will soon start to roam.
Then 'stead of one fly a bothering her,
She might have some more
Maybe one-two-or three.

So she guesses she'll just leave old fly alone
And 'stead--she'll just keep wishing
That he'd fly away home.