If I were a bug

If I were a bug,

I'd live in your rug;

Watching you taste

Different things without haste.


If I were a bug,

I'd drink from your mug

While reading the paper

And watching you savor

Your buttered toast;

Which would later become my roast.


If I were a bug,

Oh the tales I'd have!

Of your great big loves,

Of hot summer evenings,

That you spent in the tub.


So, if I were a bug,

You can clearly see,

That I'd be quite smug

And I would boast

Everything to the world with a toast!

The End

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