What gives a wriggle,
And makes you giggle,
When you eat'em?
Whose weensy little feet,
Make my heart really beat?
Why, it's those creepy crawlies,
That make me feel so jolly.
For the darling centipede,
My favorite buggy feed,
I always want some more.
That's the insect I adore,
More than beetles, more than crickets,
Which at times give me the hiccups.
I crave only to feed,
on a juicy centipede,
And I shell be happy forevermore.
And makes you giggle,
When you eat'em?
Whose weensy little feet,
Make my heart really beat?
Why, it's those creepy crawlies,
That make me feel so jolly.
For the darling centipede,
My favorite buggy feed,
I always want some more.
That's the insect I adore,
More than beetles, more than crickets,
Which at times give me the hiccups.
I crave only to feed,
on a juicy centipede,
And I shell be happy forevermore.
By Kathryn Lasky
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