In deadly stealth and sabreous fang
Held in mandible by scabrous tangThe equine fly has ravenously bit
On human flesh that in sun doth sit
Not in a jungle but green English field
Its bite is enough to make courage yield
My foe vanquished by cushioned blows
Lies now in death but foreboding grows
So to the great indoors I shall now retire
With heavy heart and a leg on fire
