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Said the fly to the flea:

'Oh come, let us see

     Who's first to touch that bright star.'

But the fly just said: 'No!

Oh I really can’t go,

     For I think it’s a little bit far.'

 

So the flea said: 'All right,'

And he leapt out of sight.

     And: 'Has he been heard of again?'

Oh, I can’t tell a lie:

Though he leapt through the sky,

     I heard that he landed in Spain.

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