Her skin a wintry moon, and eyes as green as grass
Her frock was silk, her drink was milk
Oh what a bonny lass!
How daintily she danced! With legs so long and white
A look of grace upon her face
Her smile a dazzling light.
Though blessed with these good looks, she’d whine and weep and groan
-for something rare made up her hair
And all she did was moan.
You see my friends although, just lovely from scalp down
Her hair- A mess! You could not guess
The reason for her frown.
One million caterpillars -they grew out of her head!
Oh how they wriggled! Oh how they giggled!
From morning until bed.
She tried as best she might, to tuck them all away
Under hats and mats and ginger cats
But there they seemed to stay.
The caterpillars were sad, and tried to make her pleased
They’d all wear bows and lick her toes
And bless her when she sneezed.
She called them ugly beasts, said they were really thick
That they were grimy, gross and slimy
And that they smelt of sick.
She was terribly mean, and cursed them every day
“You cause me strife, YOU’VE RUINED MY LIFE!
Why won’t you go away?!”
And can you quite believe it? one day that wish came true
And they had gone but more went wrong
And she felt terribly blue.
For they were quite fed up, of the names that they’d been called
so to the sky with no goodbye
They’d left her totally bald!!
For my friends you see –and my was she surprised
They all had changed and rearranged
Themselves as butterflies!
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