Bugs

There are bugs flying in the sky
There are bugs on the ground
Bugs that walk on water
There are bugs all around
 
Butterflies flutter by
Dragonflies dance
And marching away with my picnic
Are hundreds of tiny ants
 
Last year’s caterpillar
Now is a moth instead
And the curtains in my windows
Are made of spiders’ thread
 
Centipedes in my bathtub
Are something I don’t need
And I really hate mosquitoes
When they perch on me to feed!
 
I’m not scared of all these bugs
But I think they are revolting
I don’t want them near me
Especially when they’re molting!
 
Now don’t get me wrong
I know God has a plan
But this is what I think:
I’d like to take all these bugs
And drown them
In some giant sink!

Well maybe not the butterflies
And leave a dragonfly or two
Their colors bring Spring beauty
I’d miss them, wouldn’t you?
 
While I abhor beestings,
I’d better not kill the bee
Or else I’ll have no honey
For sweetening my tea
 
And without these pollinators
No more flowers there would be
And I would be heartbroken
By the lack of fruit on every tree
 
So I guess I have to suck it up
And not use so much Raid
I’ll just coat myself with repellent
Anytime I want to sleep in the shade
 
There are bugs flying in the sky
There are bugs on the ground
I guess somehow we’re better off
With all these bugs around