(April 1980)

“Let me out!”
She screamed and cried
As she put on her pretty little pout
Then sighed.

I was sad for this little gal
As cute as a bugs.
She needed a lift in morale
This I could plainly see

For days I went to see
To Cheer and make laugh
For this little bug’s ear
Till she had a day and a half.

Soon she’ll be out
And jus’ as feisty as ever.
Will she never quit running about?
Never!

“I’ve been couped up to long!”
Says she
And she’s not far from wrong,’
For I work here, so what about me?