Bugs - Poem by william sawyers
Bugs are kind.
Some bugs are cool… bee’s pollinate flowers to grow our fruits, they help our gardens bloom.
Some will kiss us and others will bite.
You see some in the day and others at night.
To see them in the day
Can be such a delight.
To see them in the dark
Can be a big fright.
Some are small and some are big.
Some climb trees and others dig.
So when you see a bug.
Don’t you squash it.
Don’t you DARE! ! !
Oops, I didn’t mean too. A bugs life, just isn’t fair.
By Bill Sawyers
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