The Caterpillar in the Chair

There once was a caterpillar who sat in a chair

He came out every morning to enjoy the fresh air

An umbrella, refreshments, and a hat were just right

He sat through the day and into the night

But then there was an evening, as the sun began to fade

When the caterpillar looked up and became very afraid

A speck, now a spot, a shadow was circling down

“It was such a nice day” the caterpillar said with a frown

It was a bird the caterpillar had no doubt about that

He was scared but determined as he put on his hat

He grasped his umbrella albeit not a cloud in the sky

This caterpillar was smart and upon that he would rely

The caterpillar opened the umbrella proudly and displayed what was there

It was the face of a lion with its sharp teeth plainly bared

Then the caterpillar roared fiercely, he would make this bird pay

And with that the bird turned and flew quickly away

The caterpillar looked longingly at his favorite chair

He took a deep breath of that cool night air

Yes, he decided it was about time for him to go in

To eat and to sleep and to wait for tomorrow to begin

And when the caterpillar wakes up once more

He will grab his umbrella as he heads out of the door

The sun is shining, and there was time to spare

For this caterpillar to enjoy sitting in his chair

End