A h --- college days...

Two of my favorite poems come from weiserheimers during my college days:

From Blake:

Tiger, Tiger burning bright, in the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could brush away the blue-tail fly.

Or:

Twinkle, twinkle little star.
Way up in the sky so far.
Just like a f-------ing eagle

Illustrate:

Blue-tail fly on eagle's beak --- doing

what?