The Bug
There is a bug upon my knee
O it pains me so to see
That this small and helpless thing
Is resting so carelessly
And I hope it will believe me
When I say that I am sorry
For because he has been so lazy
He must be, destructively
Crushed
O it pains me so to see
That this small and helpless thing
Is resting so carelessly
And I hope it will believe me
When I say that I am sorry
For because he has been so lazy
He must be, destructively
Crushed
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