In the Neverland days,
I'd sell mud-pies to the neighbors and they'd tell me they were a delicacy.
I'd teach the toads how to swim in a water pail,
and cry when they got away.
I was told by my kindergarten teacher that I was a love bug.
Now people spray pesticide along the streets,
in the houses they own,
flooding the air with insect repellant.
But I will thrive like a cockroach in nuclear war.
I will live.
I will love.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
In the Neverland days,
I'd sell mud-pies to the neighbors and they'd tell me they were a delicacy.
I'd teach the toads how to swim in a water pail,
and cry when they got away.
I was told by my kindergarten teacher that I was a love bug.
Now people spray pesticide along the streets,
in the houses they own,
flooding the air with insect repellant.
But I will thrive like a cockroach in nuclear war.
I will live.
I will love.
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