A jar of honey chanced to spill
Its contents on the windowsill
In many a viscous pool and rill
The flies, attracted by the sweet,
Began so greedily to eat,
They smeared their fragile wings and feet.
With many a twitch and pull in vain
They gasped to get away again,
And died in aromatic pain.
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