What Kind Of Bug Is It?

a poem by Linda Bates Terrell, USA

Is it a flea, maybe a nat-- that flies
I seen him with my little brown eyes
Oh, he flies about me head--you see
So loud-- it sounds much like a bee
And at night, oh dear, he scares the
be-widggitiees out a me.

I hear him-- buz-it-e-buz, oh so loud.
He must be of his buzzer, oh so proud.
I try to swat him, but he returns.
He must show his buz-it-e-buz concerns.
If he would hold still, I'd see,
just what kind of bug he could be.

I try to look fast to catch a glimpse,
But instead--I duck at my own defense.
Once I seen his green eyes, and I suppose,
it was the time he lit on my nose.

His attitude, of charm and so brave
But he sure doesn't know how to behave
Cause if he did he stop to say hi
instead he just buzzes and flies by.

Linda Bates Terrell
July 15, 2013

Westly this might be a fun read for you and the class
The answer to the poem, of course, is a FLY!

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