“The Housefly I’m just a little pesky thing, Flying to eke out a living. So round and round and round I hiss, And fill the air with busy bliss. Of hand and swatter steering clear, I venture to light on crumbs and beer. In salad days I was a Grecian king. War and famine make me sing. How much they’d like to whack me flat, With a newspaper or even a baseball bat. Splat!” BostonUlyssesDedalusLentzBloomsday Book:Bloomsday: A Tragicomedy Source: Bloomsday: A Tragicomedy