歌詞
Here's that little miller bug coming to pay his dues
Beside him is a butterfly that stopped to take a snooze
In the garden of neon colors, yellows greens and blues
That little gray miller bug is not to be confused
So if a hungry sparrow flies right overhead
That dusty gray butterfly's as good as dead
The monarch stays asleep
So I guess being pretty's all its cracked up to be
Written by: Bryse Taylor Boynton