Homeschool Prom King - Melville

I wonder how it feels to be a little bug
Minding my own business, crawling over the rug
Along comes a dude with his favorite mug
And squashes me to bits like I'm causing a fug

You know that I'm squishy
But no one will miss me
You don't got to squish me

I
I'm not a mean guy
I'm not a horsefly
But now I've got to die
Tell my wife and kid goodbye

I can't feel my fingers and I can't move my toes
I smell my own feet in the back of my nose
I'm trying to figure out what I did to deserve
My creepy crawly wacky must have got on his nerve

Written by:
Philip Taylor

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