Out of the box I fly
To circle in the sky
I can see so much
Of spiders, bugs and such
Mine is a merry life
Carefree, empty of strife
I'm natures Orkin man
Eating as many bugs as I can
I, also, eat small frogs
Scoop them up off logs
I am free to fly away
Yet, I will sleep all day.
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