Poor little friend of mine

To quench my thirst to rule the sky
Why should lizard not get a fly

It stares and stares; and stares a lot
There's the fly! oops again a dot!
Dots of puny hills up there
Dots and dots, lots and lots
Fly? or shadow of the dot?
Poor little friend above my head
Deceived by nature, fooled by fate

To quench my thirst to rule the sky
Why should lizard not get a fly