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.
![The Flies and the Honey Pot [Illustration by Sudheer Nath]](/media/poems-31_1_hu_896870a9f83d0fd3.gif)
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