Driving down the road we heard a big splat.
We said oh my goodness what was that.
I stopped the car and we all jumped out.
Then when we saw a green bug that was no dought.
Dad said hey mom you and the kids look over there.
Another green bug sitting in a rocking chair.
There was six more green bugs playing in a rock band.
Mom said she had seen all that she could stand.
Driving down the road there's nothing to compare.
Cause living a bugs life is so unfair.
Teresa Skyles July 12, 2010
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