(a)S(pyre).

Seldom spry
the wary Spy
walks the fly
that trips on dye;

lets a sigh,
swears on a lie,
shimmies that tie,
only to die;

finds the sky,
moves the rye,
falls on Guy,
and says a 'Hi';

only, Guy is fly,
lives in a sty,
answers no 'why',
and throws one die;

so, tell me Spy,
will Guy cry,
as you go by,
when it's nigh?

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