Insects

Sung by: Susan Stein

Head, Thorax-Abdomen

Ab-do-men

Head, Thorax-Abdomen

Ab-do-men

Compound eyes

Antennae

And six legs

Head, thorax, abdomen

Ab-do-men

Poems by Mary Ann Hoberman

Cricket

A cricket's ear is in its leg,

A cricket's chirp is in its wing.

A cricket's wing can sing a song.

A cricket's leg can hear it sing.

Imagine if your leg could hear.

Imagine if your ear could talk.

Imagine if your arm could talk.

Would everything feel upside down

And inside out and wrongside through?

Imagine how the world would seem

If you became a crick, too.

Mosquito

O Mrs. Mosquito, quit biting me please!

I'm happy my blood type with your type agrees.

     I'm glad that my flavor

     Has met with your favor.

     I'm touched by your care,

     Yes, I'm touched everywhere.

On my arms and my legs, on my elbows and knees,

     Till I cannot tell which

     Is the itchiest itch

     Needs the scratchiest scratch.

Your taste for my taste is the reason for these,

So Mrs. Mosquito, quit biting me, please!

Insect Rap

For insects we are really cool

Find us floating in the pool

Find us crawling on your lunch

We really are a groovy bunch.

(Chorus)

We have 2 antennae

We have 4 wings

We have 6 legs

And some other things.

We pollinate plants in the spring

We carry disease to everything.

We've lived on earth for millions of years

We outnumber you and play on your fears.

(Chorus)

We have 2 antennae

We have 4 wings

We have 6 legs

And some other things.

The head, the thorax and the chest

We already told you about the rest

And now we want to tell you this

We all go through metamorphosis.

(Chorus)

We have 2 antennae

We have 4 wings

We have 6 legs

And some other things.

The busy ant works hard all day

And never stops to rest or play.

He carries things ten times his size,

And never grumbles, whines or cries.

And even climbing flower stalks,

He always runs, he never walks.

He loves his work, he never tires,

And never puffs, pants or perspires.

Yet though I praise his boundless vim

I am not really fond of him.

Caterpillars

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 Insects' World

Ethel Jacobson

Insects are creatures with three pairs of legs,

Some swim, some fly; they lay millions of eggs.

They don't wear their skeletons in, but out.

They come in three parts.  Some are bare; some have hair.

Their hearts are in back; they circulate air.

They smell with their feelers and taste with their feet,

And there's scarcely a thing that some insect won't eat:

Flowers and woodwork and books and rugs,

Overcoats, people, and other bugs.

When five billion trillion keep munching each day,

It's a wonder the world isn't nibbled away!

The Firefly Lights His Lamp

Unknown author (Japanese)

     Although the night is damp,

The little firefly ventures out,

     And slowly lights his lamp.