The Dead Bug

There was a dead bug in my room
And Daddy didn’t seem to care.
I said it was a big bug
That it was big as a bear!

He said, “Bugs don’t get that big.
Don’t bother me any more,
Just sweep it on a cardboard
And throw it out the door.”

Now I know where it came from
And it’s not my fault at all.
I had dragged it from my room
And was half way down the hall,

When I heard my mom tell Dad
That the penicillin shot,
Killed the nasty bug she had
So I guess Dad just forgot.

Now why is Mama screaming?
She knows the bug is dead.
I put the thing in their room,
On the floor beside their bed.


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