The June Bug
The June Bug
So all the windblown boys didn't hear you crying
They tied a string around a June bug's head
Watched it buzzing round the summer sun
It flew in circles perfect circles round their happy heads
You said you'd get a knife and cut the string yes you would
Because a circle's not the course the bug would choose if it could
We're all the ragged children of god
We're all the ragged children of god
Writer/s: Jay Bolotin
