There was a bug
on a rug
that they swept over.
He rolled
And he poled
To get up over
The rug
That the bug
was swept over.
Side to side
He twisted
By and and by
He had lifted
Up off of the blasted
Rug that had got him
So thwarted.
There are things
Beyond our control
Things that stifle
No matter the trifle
Things that don't make sense at all.
Just remember the bug
That was swept onto the rug
Wriggle and writhe
Don't settle, you'll die
Keep trying like the bug on the rug