"Now after a little lapse of time, Stan became deep hungry in his tumbload. Oh, after all he struggly tricky out several milode and anyone would suffer under this. So suddenly he dood a deep thoucus, out with his lunchy bag, just about to do a little nibbload of his mincy meaty, when"

Here am I, tiny Fly
May I share your Shepherd's Pie

What is this strange voice I hear

Here I am, look This Way
In the landscape of your tray

There's no need to ask a silly question
If I were you I hope you'd do the same
There's no doubt I'd help a hungry fly out
To see you in a fix it's really such a shame

I'm so hungry, I could die
And no one needs a living fly

My name is Stan
I'm on a quest
Take your fill,
Take nothing less

I am that, that am I
And no one needs a living fly.