Little bug…

Little bug, little bug!
Get out of bed
Go bother the neighbour’s…
…And make that bed.

Little bug, little bug!
Rest your head:
And count those blessings…
…That you’re not dead!

Little bug, little bug!
Has gone to the moon…
When he comes home
…He can tidy his room.

Little bug, little bug!
All curled up and blue.
When he questions
…What to do?

poem by Mark Heathcote
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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