Perfection looms in God’s design,
yet I question the porcupine.
Fierce mosquitoes we sure don’t need,
and hungry fleas are mean to feed.
I don’t expect He’d plan for junk,
but then I wonder why the skunk.
Why did God build so many fools,
or did he lose construction rules.
Maybe God makes some boo boos too,
so he’s patient with me and you.