A caterpillar, wiggling with might.
It eats and grows, without a care,
Soon, a butterfly it will share.
With pincers sharp and a black coat,
A beetle scuttles, never at fault.
It roams the ground, with a buzzing sound,
A beetle, never to be downed.
In the tall grass, a spider waits,
With patience, it sets its bait.
A fly gets caught, in its web so strong,
The spider feasts, all night long.
A millipede, with legs so many,
Crawls along, never in a hurry.
Its body long, like a tiny train,
A millipede, in nature's domain.
With wings that flutter, and colors so bright,
A butterfly dances in the sunlight.
It sips from flowers, with its straw-like snout,
A butterfly, spreading beauty about.
In the darkness, a cricket sings,
Its chirping sound, a joyful thing.
It fills the night, with its rhythmic tune,
A cricket, under the starry moon.
On a sticky web, a spider weaves,
Its art so delicate, it deceives.
A victim trapped, in its silky strands,
A spider's web, in nature's hands.
Under the rocks, an ant colony thrives,
With hard work and teamwork, they survive.
They carry food, without a fuss,
An ant colony, united and just.
In a cocoon, a caterpillar dreams,
Of flying high, above the trees.
It breaks free, with wings so grand,
A butterfly, taking flight, oh so grand.