Junebug June,
gazing at the moon.
Your tail flicks in time
to a silent tune
the stars gently croon.

June Junebug,
the twinkling stars tug
at the strings of your heart
as you gaze in a trance
at the stars in their dance.

Junebug dear,
the night sky so clear,
the melody the moon
whispers in your ear
only you can hear.

Eyes gentle and not crooked,
Lips sealed in truth and not bitterness,
Heart kind and loving,
Mind intelligent and wise.
Body confident and joyful.
Its beauty,it starts from the mind.

There's no fulfillment in impressing  everybody,
So what's the point of trying to do so,
Maybe life would be easy,
Because you'd have no opponents,
But really,living your life impressing people and trashing your own views,
Is as good as being dead,
I won't waste my life living that way.