Although I still stay home in my house that feels like dungeon, i survived, so far. Start looking for spring..
Every year when spring gets here
Its the same old same old thing
Bugs come out and crawl about
They lay in wait for spring..
They squirm they crawl they bug us all
Their tiny mighty thugs
They makes us shout and jump about
I hate the thought of bugs…
They hide in walls and window sills
In holes and under rugs
They pinch and bite I hate the sight
Of pesky things called bugs.
There’s wasps and ticks mosquitos and
Bees and fleas and slugs
There’s one that looks just like a stick
I really don’t like bugs.
We swat them blast them with spray
We stomp and squash them too
But still there’s more than was before
I don’t like bugs. do you?
There’s ants spiders and willy worms
Grasshoppers with mighty mugs
Soon they will be all over me
I dispise them tiny thugs..
They bite they…
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