One day, Jabo and I were lying on the ground, contemplating life when we began to imagine how things would look and feel from the perspective of insects. It was not a pretty picture.
I don’t want to die from a sky full of gas
Or be squshed or be mushed by people walking past
Or be stuck on a pin and be put under glass
But it happens to bugs every day.
I don’t want to die on the front of a car
Or be caught by a child and be put in a jar
And I don’t want to fry on an electric wire
But it happens to bugs every day.
Bugs are our friends
They have feelings too
Just be nice to them
And they’ll be nice to you
Don’t use them or abuse them
Or call them dirty names
Bugs may be tiny
But they’re critters just the same.
[Kazoo break]
I don’t want to die with my feet stuck in glue
In a cardboard motel or be squished with a shoe
Or be spotted and swatted and turned into goo
But it happens to bugs every day.
Remember, bugs are our friends
They have feelings too
Just be nice to them
And they’ll be nice to you
Don’t use them or abuse them
Or call them dirty names
Bugs may be tiny
But they’re critters just the same
Yes, bugs may be tiny
But they’re critters just the same
(Written Date Unknown)
© Pat and Jerry Grigadean, 1998
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