Baxter was born in a meadow 
 under a rotting plank
 with hundreds of brothers and sisters
 in a home both darkly and dank.
 His momma was a June bug 
 and he was a June bug too,
 schooled in all the sorts of things
 that June bugs love to do.
 
 The time had come for him to fly 
 and leave his happy home,
 his momma went to the book case
 and pulled out a well worn tome.
 
 She read from a chapter called "Hazards" 
 to each of her children dear,
 "Stay clear of birds when you’re flying 
 or you won't last out the year."
 
 "And one more thing that you should know, 
 and this you must absorb,
 beware of the light in the evening sky
 that's called the purple orb."
 
 So he left his home behind him, 
 went flying all around,
 he saw some birds in the tree tops
 and headed right for the ground.
 
 After landing in the tall grass 
 he met a stink bug named Dwight
 who told him wonderful stories
 of an orb so purple and bright.
 
 "Forget now what your mother said, 
 I'm here to set you straight,
 the orb is just a doorway,
 you know, it's like a gate."
 
 "When you enter into its brightness 
 you're magically swept away
 to a lovely world of happiness
 where forever you can stay."
 
 So Baxter started searching, 
 he looked both high and low
 and if he found the purple orb
 straight to it he would go.
 
 But the light was very clever, 
 it kept its secret well,
 poor Baxter kept on looking
 as if he was under a spell.
 
 Finally on an August eve 
 just as darkness was appearing
 he spotted a distant purple glow
 across a meadow's clearing.
 
 "It must be the orb,” he said to himself, 
 so he flew with all his might
 across the meadow with all due speed
 towards that beautiful purple light.
 
 Soon he hovered before it 
 and bathed in its eerie glow,
 what wonders lay in store for him
 his mind could scarcely know.
 
 Gathering up his courage 
 into the purple light he sped,
 crackle and zap was all he heard
 as he fell to the ground near dead.
 
 He lay in a growing pile 
 of other bugs who'd seen
 a purple orb up in the sky,
 but it wasn't what it seemed.
 
 So if you meet a stink bug 
 who goes by the name of Dwight
 don't believe the tales he tells
 of a beautiful purple light.
 
 Remember what Baxter's momma said, 
 "and this you must absorb,
 beware of the light in the evening sky
 that's called the purple orb."
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