the street was buzzing low as darkness wove around one of those nights that float a foot above the ground she stood close to him moonlight cast across the square and smiled softly as a hush fell through the air and he said dont give me those bug eyes they carried on the way an oak collects its rings another chapter written every passing spring and as the skies lit up with auburn red and merrigold she saw in his face the fact that they were growing old and he said dont give me those bug eyes dont give me those bug eyes there comes a time we all must place our pencils down maybe tomorrow maybe fifty years from now when he came home from what what meant to be a routine test she knew at once and felt a sinking in her chest and he said dont give me those bug eyes dont give me those bug eyes