Poor Little Annie, and her Friend The Fly

Annie was a quite girl
Oh, and how her hair did curl
She was a lovely lass
Annie had always been the top of her class

Perfect Annie had seemed, but there was a secret that she hid
Ever since she had been just a kid:

There was a fly buzzing around her head
Annie couldn't help but listen to what it said
The fly would never leave her be
Poor Little Annie would never be free

All the fly did was buzz horrors in her ears
That's the way it was for years and years

One day Poor Little Annie died
And oh, how everyone cried
Nobody knew why it had to be her to die

Only Annie knew it was The Fly

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Ironically the whole time I typed this, there was a fruit fly flying around my head...