Tough to Be a Bug

It's kind of tough to be a bug Six arms and still no one to hug I'd like to know what it's like, on the other side of the fence Maybe some flowers and some friends But if I climb far enough though it might take some time I just might see the light And the apple trees of red and green and brown And some dragonflies and flutterbies You might stop and say, "Hi" A perfect destination for a little guy like me Just wait and see, I'll pack my bags 'Cause tomorrow I will be on my way