Brown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry;
Take your walk
To the shady leaf or stalk.
May no toad spy you,
May the little birds pass by you;
Spin and die,
To live again a butterfly.
More verses by Christina Georgina Rossetti
- Three Little Children
- The Summer Nights Are Short
- The Lily Has A Smooth Stalk
- When A Mounting Skylark Sings
- When The Cows Come Home The Milk Is Coming