A slug is squirming in the rug. It is not a bug.
Why everyone thinks that a slug is a bug is a bigger mystery than why someone would name a pug Doug or a mug jug. It just is and just will be.
But as I gaze at the horizon and think about the squishers,
I wonder if I could become a slime gusher.
Why, oh why, cruel world, must a slug be confined to a body a little bigger than a pearl? Why do the slugs have no duke or earl?
Why do the charming not-bugs get disregarded
While we give the Pugs cards regarded?
So when Doug the pug got mugged by a thug
A slug sat by drinkin' from a coffee mug.
If the pugs are gonna get all the attention
The slugs will mug them just to get a mention.
Beware, world, of the menace of the slug.
Always remember that they are not bugs.
