Pretty Little Caterpillar

Michael E. Wood
May 13, 2011

This little poem (jingle) came about as a result of getting sick for several days from (what we believe was caused by) exposure to a Western Tussock Moth Caterpillar.   For more information see Dianna’s post in “The Wood’s Secret Garden”, dated May 13, 2011.

Pretty Little caterpillar;
We never knew--
Just what kind of damage
Your little hairs would do,

For when you inhale,
The membranes do swell,
Your head begins to ache,
And you just want to yell.

Your head is full of snot,
You cough a lot,
You feel like your little world
Is gone to pot.

Three a.m.
Your lungs are full of phlegm,
You’d trade some sleep
For your most expensive gem.

But that we have not,
And thankful for our lot,
As closeness with our Lord
Is a part of the plot,

Of which He designed,
To show He is kind.
In all of life’s things
We can know of His mind,

Of which we observe,
By faith and the nerve,
To look to His Word,
From which we will not swerve.

For there, He is Sweet;
Every need He will meet,
As He is our consolation
And will strengthen our feet,

To rise up again,
As His glory is our end,
Both to praise and magnify our God
On Whom we can depend!