My Brother’s Bug
My brother’s bug was green and plump,
it did not run, it could not jump,
it had no fur for it to shed,
it slept all night beneath his bed.
My brother’s bug had dainty feet,
it did not need a lot to eat,
it did not need a lot to drink
it did not scream, it did not stink.
It always tried to be polite,
it did not scratch, it did not bite,
the only time it soiled the rug,
was when I squashed my brother’s bug.
By Jack Prelutsky
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