Butterfly Poems

Butterfly Poems

Only My Opinion

by Monica Shannon

Is a caterpillar ticklish?
Well, it's always my belief
That he giggles as he wiggles
Across a hairy leaf.

Caterpillars

by Aileen Fisher

What do caterpillars do?
Nothing much but chew and chew.
What do caterpillars know?
Nothing much but how to grow.
They just eat what by and by
Will make them be a butterfly,
But that is more than I can do,
However much I chew and chew.

Caterpillar

by Bobbi Katz

Our garden's furry little train,
Sir Caterpillar, please explain.
I've been told that by and by
you'll turn into a butterfly.
Instead of moving like a train
you'll fly and flutter like a plane!

I've wished for wings, but I don't know
just how a kid gets wings to grow.
If you could show me how to do it,
I bet there would be nothing to it!

Birth of a Butterfly

A mama butterfly lays all her eggs,
Out pops a caterpillar, crawling on its legs.

The caterpillar first is rather thin,
But then it eats till it bursts through its skin.

After growing nice and big,
The caterpillar climbs on a leaf or twig.

It makes a shell where it hangs inside,
Then the shell cracks, and the parts divide.

Inside the shell, a change was going on,
The form of the caterpillar now is gone.

When the shell opens, what comes out?
A beautiful butterfly fluttering about.

Five Fuzzy Caterpillars

by Margaret Allen

Five fuzzy caterpillars
on a spring day.
Five fuzzy caterpillars
crawl and play.
Five fuzzy caterpillars
eat and eat some more.
Five fuzzy caterpillars
we can see no more.
Each in a chrysalis
they will stay
till they are butterflies
and fly away.

Fuzzy Wuzzy Caterpillar

by Rozanne Williams

Fuzzy wuzzy caterpillar
On a leaf you creep.
Spin yourself a blanket
And then go fast asleep.
Fuzzy wuzzy caterpilar
Wakes up by and by.
Now you have two pretty wings
You're a butterfly!

Caterpillars

by Brod Bagert

They came like dew drops overnight
Eating every plant in sight,
Those nasty worms with legs that crawl
So creepy up the garden wall,
Green prickly fuzz to hurt and sting
Each unsuspecting living thing.
How I hate them! Oh, you know
I'd love to squish them with my toe.
But then I see past their disguise,
Someday they'll all be butterflies.

The Butterfly

The sky was dark, the wind was cold,
And leaves began to fly.
A caterpillar, striped with black, said,
"I must say good-bye."

"I'll stick my bottom to a stem.
My skin is getting old.
I'll change it for a bumpy skin,
Of brown, alas, no tips of gold."

The north wind sang a lullaby,
As snug and safe she lay.
Then May came, and by and by,
Her dry skin dropped away.

So now a pretty insect sat,
And spread her wings to fly.
She sailed the sky on midnight wings -
A black swallowtail butterfly!

Twice Born
Aileen Fisher

For moths and butterflies, it's nice:
they get born once, they get born twice.

They get born first from tiny eggs
as caterpillars having legs.

They get born next from silk cocoons,
with wings, on summer afternoons.

If I should get a second try,
I'd like to grow some wings, and fly.


Butterfly Butterfly

by Jan Warren

Butterfly, butterfly, laying lots of eggs.
The eggs hatch caterpillars with short, stubby legs.

Caterpillar, caterpillar, eating 'til you're big.
Then walking very slowly you hang from a twig.

Sleep now and change, but very, very soon . . .

Caterpillar, caterpillar, you changed, you didn't die.
You grew wings and long legs, to become a beautiful butterfly.

Shy Little Caterpillar

A shy little caterpillar looked at the sky.
He hugged a leaf stem and he gave a big sigh.
The sky and the stem didn't make a reply;
He didn't not understand and he didn't know why.
He hid from the blue jays so quick and so sly.
He hid from the chipmunk so swift and so spry.
He hid from the ant family living close by.
"Please, tell us, caterpillar, why are you shy?
Please, little caterpillar, try not to cry."
"I'll try," said the caterpillar, "but I am shy,
I would not be shy if I could just fly.
I know what I'm going to do by and by:
I will spin a fine bed and I'll then say good-bye."
A little wind sang him a sweet lullaby.
And when he woke up. his wet wings were dry.
The shy little caterpillar whispered, "Good-bye."
He flew to the sky and was no longer shy
Because he had changed to a blue butterfly!

Butterflies

Butterflies go fluttering by
On colored wings that catch the eye.
On wings of orange, and silvery blue,
On wings of golden yellow, too.
Butterflies float in the air,
Making their homes most anywhere:
The rainforest, field, and prairie land,
On mountaintops, and desert sand.
If winter brings the cold and snow,
To warmer climates, off they go!
Returning home the following spring,
Beautiful butterflies on the wing!

Cocoon
Aileen Fisher

I found a little sleeping bag,
a brown one, very small,
found it dangling from a twig
like something left from fall.

I knew that it was waterproof
and silky-snug and dry,
and that the one who slept inside
would someday wake and fly,

And wondered if I'd ever see
him flitter-flutter by.

In Payment
Aileen Fisher

A caterpillar nibbles,
nibbles at a plant
until the leaves look ragged
and even rather scant.

And then the caterpillar
weaves a silk cocoon,
and turns into a butterfly
one sunny day in June,

And then he carries pollen
to blossomms red and pink,
which sort of pays for nibbles
that he nibbled, don't you think?

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