and the breeze is a dirty little broom
that sweeps dust into our room
and bits of paper out of the alley.
You are not let to play
with the children in the alley
But you must be very polite--
so you pass them and say good day
and when they fling banana skins
you fling them back again.

: :

There is no one to play with
and the flies on the window
buzz and buzz...
...you can pull out their legs
and stick pins in their bodies
but still they buzz...
and mama says:
When Nero was a little boy
he caught flies on his mama's window
and pulled out their legs
and stuck pins in their bodies
and nobody loved him.
Buzz, blue-bellied flies--
buzz, nasty black wheel
of mama's machine--
you are the biggest fly of all--
you have the loudest buzz.
I hear you at dawn before the locusts.