A bug sat in a Silver Flower by Karla Kuskin
A bug sat in a silver flower
Thinking silver thoughts.
A bigger bug out for a walk
Climbed up that silver flower stalk
And snapped the small bug down his jaws
Without a pause
Without a care
For all the bugs small silver thoughts.
It isn’t right
It isn’t fair
That big bug ate that little bug
Because that little bug was there.
He also ate his underwear.