| Show THE THREE LITTLE Three little bugs in a And hardly room for And one was and one was And one like me or you The space was no doubt for But what should three hugs Three little bugs in a And hardly crumbs for And all were selfish in The same as I or So the strong ones eat the And that's what we will Three little hugs in a And the beds but two would So they all three fell to The the and And two of the hugs got under the And one was out in th So he that was left in the a crumb to Or a thread to wrap himself the winds across Pulled one of the rugs from off the And so the quarrel And so there were none in the basket pity is But he that was frozen and at last A strength from his weakness And pulled the rug from both the And killed and ate them too Now when bugs live in a Though more than it can It seems to me they had better The the and the gold And share what comes of beds and And leave no bug in the Songs and Rhymes for the Little |
