There was a group of little critters
who thought my ankles were tasty fritters
Their little hearts went all a’ twitter
as they munched and crunched away
They ate fast, they didn’t dither
as chances of survival started to wither
And I walked hither and thither
so, they didn’t have long to stay

This ain’t a eulogy of dead bug sadness
for critters succumbed to munching madness

Because I’ve gleaned a bit of gladness
telling their story, I’m happy to say