Frogs eat butterflies
Snakes eat frogs
Hogs eat snakes
Men eat hogs
The nightingale's voice is a marvel
When you think of the moths that he eats,
Whether winged, pupating or larval
To him they are sweeter than sweet,
Don't condemn the poor nightingale's diet,
Remember before you rebuke -
Without them the bird would be quiet
And if you had to eat them - you'd puke.
I find among the poems of Schiller
No mention of the caterpillar,
Nor can I find one anywhere
In Petrarch or in Baudelaire,
So here I sit in extra session
To give my personal impression.
The caterpillar, as it is called,
Is often hairy, seldom bald;
It looks as if it never shaves;
When as it walks, it walks in waves;
And from the cradle to the chrysalis
Is utterly speechless, songless, whistless.