Now I lay me down to sleep,
But scared I am of things that creep.
That they might up my nose and climb
To go lay eggs inside my mind.
For I inside my bedroom found
A cockroach crawling on the ground.
I shivered, gagged, and squealed a bit
Then cut in half that little twit!
When squashing then did not succeed
I used my knife and made it bleed.
(Okay, I know, they can't shed blood,
But hey, that rhyme was not a dud!)
Why God would make this creature small
–Which haunts and terrifies us all–
I neither know nor comprehend
So their bodies I shall rend.
They creep me out, those nasty things!
At least they do not use their wings...
Now ends this verse in happy thought:
May all those little suckers rot!
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