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Three Bugs by Alice Cary









Three Bugs
by Alice Cary

Three little bugs in a basket,
And hardly room for two!
And one was yellow, and one was black,
And one like me, or you.
The space was small, no doubt, for all;
But what should three bugs do?

Three little bugs in a basket,
And hardly crumbs for two;
And all were selfish in their hearts,
The same as I or you;
So the strong ones said, " We will eat
the bread,
And that is what we'll do."

Three little bugs in a basket,
And the beds but two would hold;
So they all three fell to quarreling —
The white, and black, and the gold;
And two of the bugs got under the rugs,
And one was out in the cold!

So he that was left in the basket,
"Without a crumb to chew,
Or a thread to wrap himself withal,
When the wind across him blew,
Pulled one of the rugs from one of the
bugs,

And so the quarrel grew!
And so there was war in the basket,
Ah, pity, 't is, 't is true!
But he that was frozen and starved at
last,
A strength from his weakness drew,
And pulled the rugs from both of the
bugs,
And killed and ate them, too!

Now, when bugs live in a basket,
Though more than it well can hold,
It seems to me they had better agree —
The white, and the black, and the
gold —
And share what comes of the beds and
crumbs,
And leave no bug in the cold !