The Little Fly With Each Cry!

People say it far and near. You humans sure like to whisper it in many an ear. Except you don't really whisper much. That is good, then your germs won't reach out and touch. So stay far away as it you say and say and say.

Said it a bunch,From breakfast to lunch.Said it some more,Like it's something of lore.
Always the good.That's just understood.Never the bad.Not even a tad.
What would it be?What kind of spree?It's not very big,But you better dance a jig.
I'm saying it now.I may even meow.You'll be in the know.Away it shall flow.
It's the little things that matter.Not that you just got fatter.Not that you have nowhere to stay.Nope, just the little things at play.
Okay, let's pretend.We won't even amend.We'll just go with the flow.Gotta love the little things in tow.
You step on a little tack.You fall and give your head a whack.You are good and dead.The blood comes from your head,.
But wait...that's bad.No fun and no glad.That just can't be.The little things are good for thee.
You eat a french fry.You choke and you...die!From a little piece of fast food.But...but...but...the little things can't be rude.
It's the little things that matter.Not your allergic reaction to a seafood platter.Not your house burning to the ground.Not the little bad things that are always found.
Do you see the little things in the same light now? Don't the little things truly wow? I'm glad the little things are so fuzzy and warm. I hope your coffin keeps out the snow storm. Damn, went all morbid there. It's the little things that send me that way at my lair. Bah, I just ruined it with another pass. It's just the little things I do for you with my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.