Butterflies, Moths, Ants and Bugs
A butterfly lights from flower to flower
with golden wings, he whiles away each sunny hour.
A moth comes out at night, while the world dreams,
guided by the light of silvery moonbeams.
An ant toils away, working hard for the pack,
dressing modestly, he's attired only in black.
I try not to judge, as I consider each bug.
They all have different ways of feeding their mug.
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