The thought beetle.
There is a little thought beetle deep within my mind;
He is going around, searching for a rhyme.
He digs out my unconscious thoughts
And helps me to write another line.
When his work is done, he hibernates
And I sit back and smile.
The ladybird flutters around inside my head;
She is in search of the pages, I haven\'t written yet.
She zips and darts, flitting from here to there;
She is always in a hurry and she is a nervous wreck.
The worm is just turning another corner, in my brain\'s maze;
He\'s having a look around, to see if there\'s anything I need to say.
Anything I forgot to mention; he will find what needs to be said.
The slowly moving worm is lazy, but he is useful in his own way,
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