There once was a Christmas bug
Who flew around all summer
Not a care in the world, gay as could be
Then came one hot sunny day it hit a wall
“Oh dear could this be, it has happened to so many before me!”
He got flipped around and odd as can be
Was left vulnerably exposing his belly so bright and green
Tried as he might but woe was he
He could not get back on his little feet
The world rooted for him “Don’t give up mister bug”
As the sun broke the clouds
And heated the hot ground
He yielded his last breath
Exhaustion finally took him
What could he be thinking
Does he know what went wrong
Where does his life force go?
Does anyone know?
Tis was the story of a Christmas bug
Big and round and green and brown
The valiant fight few people see.
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