A Diet Of Worms

By Anonymous

The caterpillars met one day,
And in a very solemn way
Discussed a point of great import
To all the caterpillar sort.
“Why, as it is,” one speaker said,
Up-stretching high a hoary head,
“So common is this new caprice
The wise call Metamorphosis,
The change of safe, old-fashioned ground
For silly flights on ways unsound,
That we must take wise measures soon,
Or all our race will be undone.”

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