BUG COLLECTION

There are so many Bugs that I
Don’t know what they’re called
I don’t like when they buzz my ears
Nor when they creep or crawled

The smaller Bugs I shoo away
The bigger ones I catch
I save them up until I’ve got
Myself, well, quite a batch

Not quite sure what to do with them
P’raps put them in a jar
I think I have a few ideas
The good, the best by far

Bugs have a few good qualities
This little brother’s dream
‘Cause when I put them in her bed
They make my sister scream