Bugs Poem

Creepy crawlies are what l like;      

Worms who squirm

And bugs that bite                       

And beetles that scurry

In the dark of the night !

 

Ants who march in a

Long long line, and carry a

Crumb from the left to the right !

 

Slugs who move very slowly

In a trail of slippery slime,

And woodlice, awoken from

An upturned stone,

Covered in earth and grime !

 

Spiders waiting in silken webs 

Hoping to catch a fly,

Watching the world very quietly, 

They pounce in the blink of an eye !