Catipilliar
Poor catipilliar cralwing,Creeping torward that crunchy leaf,
You crept onto the wrong crease and now you're falling.
Poor catipilliar, I now must grief,
Because a cardinal has caught you in it's beak.
Poor crass catipilliar, I see you growing weak,
Creep toward that light you see,
And before you will be an abundance of trees.
Cute, creeping, crawing catipilliar,
Keep your love of crunchy leaves,
And crunch your way torward that thing called peace.
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