Why that’s a doodle bug, my child
Who lives alone, remote and wild.
His domicile’s a hole in the ground
And when at home he’s easily found.
The only plan allowed by law
Is to lure him forth upon a straw,
For the doodle bug is a misanthrope
And otherwise is sure to elope.
(Edwin Carty Ranck)
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