There’s a lizard in my shower;
Manatees in my pond.
Ants snuck in my bran flakes
To build a little farm.
Dog sleeps on the sofa,
Kitty on my chair.
Critters seem to do just fine,
As if I wasn’t there.
Mosquitoes buzz my hair-do;
Moths dance on my lamp.
Flies fly by & dive-bomb.
(Hate those little tramps!)
If they do this while I’m livin’
& treat me with no dread,
What will all these creatures do
When I’m finally dead?
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