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In summertime our garden walk

Is like a summer street;

So many bugs run up and down

With tiny little feet.

The ants are shiny taxicabs,

Oh, my! They go so fast!

Here comes a caterpillar bus

Who slowly travels past.

I’m very sure that bugs must have

Some very special vision;

For I have never, never seen

A bugmobile collision!

 

Jane Lear Talley