I wonder if a bug has a brain?

I wonder if a bug has a brain?
There seems to be no common sense in them at all…
But, they sure seem happy…
Scurrying about in every shade of a good mood.

Is it the tone of my growl that stirs their suspicions?
I can hear faint peeps of, “Help me! Help me! Let’s get out of here!”
“Why would that stupid pup want anything to do with us?”
“I wonder if that pup has a brain?”

I’m going to stick around and wait for their leader…
You know the one that will say, “Are you a friend or a foe?”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Then, I will ask her right to her face, “Do you have a brain?”

I guess I shouldn’t have touched the wise bug with my nose…
Because she sounded some kind of alarm that sounded like, “All bugs on deck!”
They came from everywhere, monopolizing the surface and all of me…
Whatever happened to universal peace and brotherhood?

Yep, bugs have a brain…
Yep, bugs can bite…
Now they stare at me with those multiple eyes and bitey things…
It’s war: now it’s just a question of who will eat who.

There’s nothing like a fresh bug!

I love you,

Annie