From The Voice of the People, November 12, 1914.

Flies may be neat and wipe their feet:
    I will admit all that.
They also take your pie or cake
    And use it as a mat.

These pesky pests, unbidden guests,
    In wiping their soiled soles,
Can’t use the floor; they much prefer
    Your flaky breakfast rolls.

The tribe of flies, it really tries,
    It seems, to give offense.
It is not meet to be so neat
    At other folks’ expense.