I lodge on the twig,
as i digest my hearty meal, the mulberry leaves.
They call me grumpy, coz am a grub.
They call me wobbly and fat,
the maggot that i am.

Birds wish me for their dinner,
Ladies screech and ***** at my sight,
You touch me and i burn,
Am hated and my life seems blink.
Hairy caterpillar i am.

Of late a drowsiness without course,
Has been sneaking up on me,
My nightmares that I had,
Have been overtaken by bright dreams.

As i dozed in my week sleep,
a change occurred.
I woke up winged, no longer ******.
My round waist replaced by a figure 8
Am a dazzle am a darling, butterfly.

Am now attracted to lilly flowers,
no longer yearning leaves.
High up in the sky i tower,
Among the beauty i sleep.
Damsels wish to be called with me,
My spines replaced by fragrance.

I wake each day my horror is, this may be fake,
But to my joy to discover my beauty is to remain.
Am know a butterfly!