Tiny creatures, flitting free,
Male flies, a buzzing glee.
With eyes that see, a world unknown,
They dance and buzz, alone.
With wings that beat, a rapid pace,
They search for love, a fleeting race.
They court and woo, with all their might,
To find a mate, a shining light.
So let us watch, with curious eye,
The male flies, as they fly by.
A tiny world, a hidden scene,
Of buzzing beings, ever keen.
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