One night when I had insomnia, I made up a verse for a cockroach song. It is not relevant to the subject of the thread but it goes:
"Please," said the cockroach, "please don't take my life."
"I've got 2,547 children and a very sickly wife"
He was a bad man that cruel Murray Lee
"What do I care about your children.
what do I care about your wife
You done ate my Stetson Hat and I'm boun' to take your life"
He was a bad man, that cruel Murray Lee.
Sung to the tune of Miss. John Hurt's "Stakolee".
Murray