All the little bugs scuttle around
fighting, shoving, pushing
the competition out of the lane.
One little girl loses her ball,
she chases her ball,
she steps foot in the street.
There is no little girl,
the girl is gone.
All the bugs swarm the street,
They do not know that she is gone,
they do not care that she is gone.
They are too busy,
they have somewhere to be.
And the little girl is gone.