The Caterpillar Story

Underneath the cabbages the caterpillar sat.
Drowsing in the sunshine
It thought of this and that.
I led a rather lazy life
Just lying there in style-
When hungry it just nibbled
At the cabbage for a while.
Now, caterpillars have to change
And one day very soon,
It started working steadily
To weave a tight cocoon.
Within this cozy shell it stayed
As days and nights went by.
Then suddenly a split appeared,
Out came a butterfly!
No longer was it lazy
Now it had a pair of wings,
It danced upon the roses
And on many other things.
A lovely little butterfly
Of black and white and red,
Flitting in the sunshine
Till it was time for bed.

∼ Porter G., Hilda Offen, Pradera, Esme Eve, Alan Jesset, Richard Hooke