BUGS

When my little sister was two years old

We lived in a house with no grass in back 

Just hard brown mud dried into wide cracks

And when she cut loose, my sister would crawl

All over the cracks looking for bugs

Anything small and crawly would do for her

And when she found it, that was the cue for her

To sit down and cry until someone would give her a hug

As a strategy it worked pretty well

She got plenty of hugs

But it meant she had to keep looking for bugs