A Bug In My Soup
There was a bug in my soup
He was a little piece
His sectioned body swam and moved
With six paddling feet
I don’t know exactly what he thought
He was getting himself into
In need of a meal I have no doubt
But I was hungry too
I tried to spoon him out of there
But he swam away
I finally caught him as he dared
And ate him anyway
I had a bit of indigestion
And knew it must be him
Would I throw up was the question
Or more precisely when