All this talk of bugs
Makes my skin feel crawly.
I can't eat my breakfast
After reading all that folly.

I just don't understand why
A God so loving and so wise,
Would create such awful critters
As fleas and ticks and flies.

Did He do it just to bug us,
Or scold us for our sin,
Or to feed the birds and snakes,
Or make use of cream for skin.?

A bee pollinates our flowers.
He's better than a fly.
He makes that lovely honey,
Then stings us-tell me why.

To question Gods' wisdom
Is really not for me,
But She'd get rid of all those bugs
If He were a She.

Bugs make us swear and swat
And give us gals a fright.
They make our skin all itchy
And bite us, day and night.

Minnesota has such big mosquitoes,
We call "em our state bird.
They just replaced the loon.
I guess you hadn't heard.

Some like eating bugs,
Fish eggs and such.
Help yourself, be my guest.
I just don't like 'em much.

Neither do I relish tongue
From creatures that are dead.
I really think I'll pass on that
And have a nice fried egg instead.

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