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Mr Bug

Yes, go ahead and insult me, Mr Bug
And savour God's mercies with dirty hands!
In and out of my bed you jump like a frog;
On my clothes and seats you skip and prance.

Your catwalk now is the rim of my jug;
Then you do hide-and-seek behind my hood.
You pinch my butt as I give my girl a hug -
Now, I'm in a permanently sour mood!

How could you leave living in your log
And now live like a leech in my shack?
Today you're leaving in a steaming mug:
In plain English, I'm giving you the sack!

You grin and brag I can't throw you outside?
You'll know when I'm back with my insecticide.

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