Юля, а можно вас попросить перевести еще одно стихотворение Честера?
Оно, правда, немного больше)
Спасибо)

Summer

On a sticky summers day
He fell into my eye.
I quickly found the culprit,
A lazy fat house fly.

It was then I took an oath:
This pest will soon be downed.
Around the fly swat handle
My fingers firmly bound.

He flew on in defiance,
Just buzzing through the air.
Despite my vicious swinging,
He appeared not to care.

After round about an hour,
The monster took a dive.
I stomped, squished and crushed until
Nothing was left alive.