Who loves to buzz around at night?
Which one can tease when out of sight?
      Whose tiny feet tickle your skin?
      Whose antics sometimes make you grin?

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Who loves to fly from flower to flower,
And who seeks greenfly to devour?
     Whose beady eyes watch as we play
     And who work hard through the day?

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Who tunnels underneath the ground?
He’s slippery, slimy, makes no sound.
     Who loves the smell of mother’s jam?
     And which one likes to land on ham?

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Whose cousin is perhaps a crab?
Whose shell is hard, whose colour’s drab?
     Who visits flowers in summer’s heat
     To make us something rather sweet?

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Who hovers near the water’s edge?
And who’s that on my window ledge?
     Who flutters round my house at night
     Attracted by my shining light?

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Small insects share this world of ours:
Enjoy our plants, our trees and flowers.
     You write a list of those you know.
     My poem’s finished!  Off I go!!

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