BUG
He went splat like a bee
and squish like an ant
my oh my
He's a bug on my hand
He's a bug on my shoe
He's a BUG!
He's a BUG!
He's a BUG!
She went splat like a flee
and squish like a slug
my oh my
She's a bug on my hand
She's a bug on my shoe
She's a BUG!
She's a BUG!
She's a BUG!
They went down with a pea
and some apple juice
They were GOOD!
They were GOOD!
They were GOOD!
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