Cocoon Poem by David McCord

The little caterpillar creeps
Awhile before in silk it sleeps.
It sleeps awhile before it flies,
And flies awhile before it dies,
And that¹s the end of three good tries.
Caterpillars
They came like dewdrops overnight
Eating every plant in sight,
Those nasty worms with legs that crawl
So creepy up the garden wall,
Green prickly fuzz to hurt and sting
Each unsuspecting living thing.
How I hate them! Oh, you know
I¹d love to squish them with my toe.
But then I see past their disguise,
Someday they¹ll all be butterflies.