Is that a fly in my soup? I sure hope so!

If you promise not to tell the local building inspector we’ll let you in on a little secret. Promise? Alright then, we’ve got bugs in our shop! What are we going to do about them you ask? Simple….Eat them! So inspired by their presence I can’t help but put pen to paper and write a little poetry:
The eensy weeny spider
Crawled up the water spout
Down came the rain
And washed the spider out
Along came the cook
And fried the spider up
And the eensy weensy spider
Now became my sup.

 

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