They love the bees yet they hate the wasps,
They adore the butterflies but they can’t stand the moths,
It’s flying ant day, got to keep the kids away,
Even though they’ve got nothing to fear.
Stag beetle good yet dung beetle bad,
Ladybirds happy but mosquitos sad,
Thrilled by the dragonflies, bitten by the horseflies,
There are thousands at this time of year.
Ants on the patio and fleas on the dog,
Woodlice and centipedes beneath the rotting log,
Grasshoppers and crickets in meadow and thicket,
Their music a treat for the ears.
Each has a purpose, no matter how small.
Some people hate them, but I like them all.