My butterfly is fluffy
And thinks of shirts as equal humans
My beetle is bouncy
And thinks about the fate of odd socks
My giant ant is forgiving
And thinks of e-mailing a postbox
My stick insect is shinified
And thinks about you, even though you ate his bass guitar
My cockroach is dainty
And thinks of the painted toilet seat as a victorian treasure
And I'm like a cuddly teddy bear
Because I always walk on the leaves of a ladybird when possible
