May Flies Dance
Malvina Reynolds
The May flies in the sun. They are living like crazy. When their day is done They die, they die. They dance every minute In a beam of the sky. They don't care If they're bound to die. They are dancing. So am I.
The May flies in the sun. They are living like crazy. When their day is done They die, they die. They dance every minute In a beam of the sky. They don't care If they're bound to die. They are dancing. So am I.