Atomictumor

Out on Watts Bar Lake
There was a little green bug
Stowaway on boat

Pigpen spied it first
Just a little green cricket
Wants to be his friend

But it was a bug
He wasn’t sure if it bites
Or otherwise mean

Pigpen was nervous
Man, he had to pick it up
Maybe without touch

Finally, with help
Good deal of encouragement
Pigpen got cricket

It crawled up his arm
And then it crawled back down his arm
To Pigpen’s cackles

It jumped in the lake
So Pigpen was heartbroken
Cried on the way home

(he’s better now)