If I Live Or If I Die - John Vanderslice

little fly

your summers play

my thoughtless hand

has brushed away

and ended your day

am I not a fly like you

are you not a man like me

oh I dance and drink and sing

till some hand tears off my wing

if thought is life and strength and breath

and the want of thought is death

then am I a happy fly?

if I live or if I die