High as the Sky!

Chomp! Chomp! Chomp! I love to chew,

On the bright green leaves, topped with some dew.

Big and beautiful I will grow to be,

Nature’s marvel you will get to see.

Molt! Molt! Molt! I will a few times,

The show trust me, is worth dollars, not dimes!

Hang from a twig, I will, upside down,

And spin around myself a hardy gown.

Leave! Leave! Leave! I will my chrysalis,

I did hard work, so there are no follies.

From a wriggly and crawly caterpillar that was,

Will emerge colorful me, all raring to take off!

But, Rest! Rest! Rest! I must, my wings,

And pump them up, to prepare them for the swings.

And once they are crisp and hard and dry,

You can’t catch me, as I take to the sky!