(Charles Bloomfield.) I. As I Roamed T'Other Day, Neighbour Hop, In My Way I Discovered A Nice Rotten Plum, Which You Know Is A Treat; And, To Taste Of The Sweet, A Swarm Of Relations Had Come. Ii. So We All Settled Round, As It Lay On The Ground, And Were Feasting Ourselves With Delight; But, For Want Of More Thought To Have Watched, As We Ought, We Were Suddenly Seized - And Held Tight. Iii. In A Human Clenched Hand, Where, Unable To Stand, We Were Twisted And Tumbled About; But, Perceiving A Chink, You Will Readily Think I Exerted Myself - I Got Out. Iv. How The Rest Got Away I Really Can't Say; But I Flew With Such Ardour And Glee. That Again, Unawares, I Got Into The Snares Of My Foe Mr. Spider, You See; V. Who So Fiercely Came Out Of His Hole, That No Doubt He Expected That I Was Secure: But He Found 'Twould Not Do, For I Forced My Way Through, Overjoyed On Escaping, You're Sure. Vi. But I'll Now Take My Leave, For The Clouds I Perceive Are Darkening Over The Sky; The Sun Has Gone In, And I Really Begin To Feel It Grow Colder. - Good Bye! I'm, As Ever, Yours, Blue-Bottle Fly.