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 !