Emily Gertrude Sylvia Miller
Is rather a portly caterpillar,
And whilst not wishing to be rude,
Emily eats a lot of food.
Emily Gertrude doesn’t care
She’s practically eaten my garden bare;
No leaf is left on bush or tree
She’s motored through all shrubbery!
Her munching makes a fearful din
and echoes when she raids the bin.
We’ll have to put her on a diet
To get ourselves some peace and quiet!
Her taste buds like the colour green
Preventing her from being lean,
She would not stay confined to bed
So we painted everything red instead.
‘Not so yummy’, thought Emily Miller,
a slim and elegant caterpillar.
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