The Little Bug

I saw it crawling in the dirt
A half a block away.
And put it in my pocket, then,
I took it home to play.

It was the weirdest little bug
You'd ever hope to see.
It crawled upon the sidewalk and
Then it did crawl on me.

I thought I'd put it in the house
Right on the tile floor.
And let my mother see it and
Then listen to her roar.

And then I thought I'd throw it up
Into my father's hair.
To see if when he pulled it off
It might the old guy scare.

But after playing baseball, and
Then jumping on my bed,
I pulled the little fellow out
And he was very dead.