It's a rainy day
And there's a bug
Outside the window.
I wonder what he's thinking
(Or she, as the case may be).
"I have a hard time wondering
Why you want to know my thoughts,
'Coz I'm a bug,
But if you must know,
I'm cold and I wish I were inside!" says he.
"My mother and my father are inside,
I think,
And that's all I can think about,
As I shiver outside.
Oh, woe is me!"
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