Don’t you just hate them ?
So pretty, so perfect,
So shiny red with exactly five black spots;
And easy to catch - almost never flying out of reach.
All the children love them and cup hands for them,
Stroking their shining backs, collecting a bunch in a jar.
The rest of us are just creepy crawlies,
Just bugs, unwanted and unloved by all.
It’s bug racism.
But we work for the plants just as much as the
Us unter-bugs need a little attention too,
Need to be appreciated, to be collected in hands and jars.
We need love too.
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