Buggy Buggers

Flutter, flutter, in the sky, Watch the clouds go floating by. See that thing a way up high? Teeny, weeny, butterfly! Crawling, crawling, down and down, Plants and pebbles all around. Queen of all in golden crown, Many ants deep underground! Hurry, scurry, little thieves, Quickly running under leaves. Legs so fast no one believes, See those little centipedes? Round and round the huge red mug, They eat pests, and farmers hug. Those heavy shells these things must lug, A poor, but healthy, Ladybug! Sticky, slimy, never fails, You may find them inside pales. Watch it swerve around those nails, Ooey, gooey, tiny snails. Buggy buggers, bugs galore, You will see them on your floor. Do you want them? Say no more, These little things are NOT a bore!