VI | We’re the hungry caterpillars of Borneo, Where the farmer – also hungry – bends low, bends low. We live on the roof beams, eating and hatching. We make all our meals out of roof beams and thatching. Nosh-nosh, nibble-nibble, munch-munch-munch, For breakfast, supper, high tea, and lunch. Our life is as pleasant and green tea and roses, Except when the lizards (gulp) poke in their noses. Then nosh-nosh, nibble-nibble, munch-munch-munch, The lizards ate half our cousins for lunch. Those four-legged reptiles ruin our meals, |
You’d have to be eaten to know how it feels |
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