The bugs are marching,
Up and down my tent they crawl;
Some are red and some are black,
And of spiders, there's no lack,
Oh, I hate those 'octocritters' most of all!
Tramp, tramp, tramp, The bugs are marching, Up and down my tent they crawl; Some are red and some are black, And of spiders, there's no lack, Oh, I hate those 'octocritters' most of all! Explain Request ×
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