Midst the Mud, the Dust and the Dirt
There’s a whole world alive
midst the mud, the dust and the dirt
All sorts of bugs a-creepin’ and a-crawlin’
ants, beetles, roly-polys, spiders, worms --
They just make me writhe and squirm
I prefer to ponder the skies
~ leave my kid brother to all those germs
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