Robert Tannahill

(1774-1810 / Franklin, Illinois, USA)

Jordan's Hug-A-Bug

Poem by Robert Tannahill

I have my little hug-a bug, a friend no one can see,
And everywhere I go, it comes along with me.
Its home is in my pockets, a front one or a back,
Sometimes I can't find it, it's a needle in a haystack.
I throw it to my family but only for a loan,
And they always throw it back when I go to my home.
I love my little hug-a bug, my childhood friend "you see",
It can't live with anyone else 'cause its a part of me.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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