The Blue Fly Sung In The Pane.--Tennyson. Toiling In Town Now Is "Horrid," (There Is That Woman Again!)-- June In The Zenith Is Torrid, Thought Gets Dry In The Brain. There Is That Woman Again: "Strawberries! Fourpence A Pottle!" Thought Gets Dry In The Brain; Ink Gets Dry In The Bottle. "Strawberries! Fourpence A Pottle!" Oh For The Green Of A Lane!-- Ink Gets Dry In The Bottle; "Buzz" Goes A Fly In The Pane! Oh For The Green Of A Lane, Where One Might Lie And Be Lazy! "Buzz" Goes A Fly In The Pane; Bluebottles Drive Me Crazy! Where One Might Lie And Be Lazy, Careless Of Town And All In It!-- Bluebottles Drive Me Crazy: I Shall Go Mad In A Minute! Careless Of Town And All In It, With Some One To Soothe And To Still You;-- I Shall Go Mad In A Minute; Bluebottle, Then I Shall Kill You! With Some One To Soothe And To Still You, As Only One'S Feminine Kin Do,-- Bluebottle, Then I Shall Kill You: There Now! I've Broken The Window! As Only One'S Feminine Kin Do,-- Some Muslin-Clad Mabel Or May!-- There Now! I've Broken The Window! Bluebottle'S Off And Away! Some Muslin-Clad Mabel Or May, To Dash One With Eau De Cologne;-- Bluebottle'S Off And Away; And Why Should I Stay Here Alone! To Dash One With Eau De Cologne, All Over One'S Eminent Forehead;-- And Why Should I Stay Here Alone! Toiling In Town Now Is "Horrid."