Flies
Skies
Cries
Pie
Flies fly high in the skies all day,
and they smell a pie.
It will taste so nice!
Tony cries and tries to
fly the flies away.
“Please don’t eat my pie!”
Oh! The flies fly, fly away.
My favorite apple pie
You’re the apple of my eye.
My favorite apple pie
See you again, bye-bye!
Flies
Skies
Cries
Fries
Flies fly high in the skies all day,
and they smell fries.
It will taste so nice!
Juny cries and tries to
shoo the flies away.
“Please don’t eat my fries!”
Oh! The flies fly, fly away.
My favorite kind of fries
Just like my favorite ‘Fry-day’
My favorite kind of fries
See you again, bye-bye!
Flies, do you want a sip or a bite?
Oops! But no more pies or fries!