Bug Poems
Alexa V., age 8 Lyndhurst, New Jersey
Chonta Worm
Chonta Worm, oh Chonta Worm,in the dish I see you squirm.
Wrinkly, yellow, slimy fellow,Watch out, someone’s coming this wayto fry you up for lunch today.
“Where do they come from?” I askedthe man.
“The Chonta tree in Ecuador,not from any garden or store.”
Chonta Worm, oh Chonta Worm,crispy, crunchy, Chonta Worm,on a stick you’re cooked and brown.
Seeing you made me frown.
Did I taste one?
NO THANKS! YUCK!
Linden Holt, age 9 Hinsdale, Montana
Mosquito!
You walk down a hill; you sing with thrill,but the mosquito keeps buzzing and buzzing.
You shout, “Hey!” and you yell, “Go away!”but the mosquito keeps buzzing and buzzing.
You swat and you swing and you do everything,but the mosquito keeps buzzing…
