There's something to be said about Bed Bugs in beds,
they struggle to rest their weary heads.
Fond of flitting and flapping and flying about,
playing with time like a roundabout.
Then warned of their folly, they'll giggle and be jolly
without a care in the world, or a single worry.
It isn't till morning, when the day is dawning that their
feelers start dragging and their tired mouths yawning.
"We should've gone to bed,
like we were told when they said,
I can hardly lift my heavy head."
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