I cannot stand the thought of insects, bugs, and the like
I have hated them so since I was a child
They are so gross and detestable
And they creep me out beyond belief
Oh, if my soul could be free from fear
Fear of those creepy crawlers that torment me
Bees are bad, spiders are worse
Roaches third, but scorpions shall be the end of me!

------

The sky remains of grey
Yet the raindrops do not fall
The anxiety of the coming storm
Cannot hold out forever