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Ode to 'The Bug'.
Oh, that funny little bug,
Hear his coughing chug-a-chug!
See him swing his little tail
As he canters o’er the rail
From Nantucket to his bughouse by the sea!
He’s a nightmare, he’s a dream.
And his appetite is keen,
For he feeds on gasoline
And his like is yet unknown to historee.
Every now and then he tries to
Skid along the rotten tires to
Shorten up the journey from Nantucket,
And his single eye gleams red
When he rounds Tom Never’s Head
And he sees his little shed –
He is lucky if he doesn’t kick the bucket –
But he does the best he can
Over seven miles of sand,
Though they tell me that he sometimes leaves his tail!
Every day this fiery dragon
With his tipsy little wagon
Like a sailor with a jag on
Comes careering o’er the crooked iron rail.
And though rocky as to gait
And occasionally late,
He is sure to keep his date,
And he never yet forgot to bring the mail!
J.L. Wood "