Cockroach

surviving everything, and in more primitive times. thrived to the size of your hand . . . . from Nursery Rhymes for the Tender-hearted. Scuttle, scuttle, little roach - Do you linger, little soul, How you run when I approach: Drowsing in your sugar bowl? Up above the pantry shelf Or, abandonment most utter, Hastening to secrete yourself. ................
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