The Earwig Parade

The Earwig Parade

Clicking, clacking, shiny black!

Pincers in the sun.

Shells all polished up with wax,

And snipping just for fun

Cheering insects line the streets,

As the Earwigs all march by.

Flags and streamers fill the air.

And flutter from the sky.

The most reviled and name defil’d,

Of six legg’d folk they be,

But kind of heart, right from the start,

They’d mow your lawn for free!

They’ll scuttle out beneath a rock,

Or stump or leaf or pot,

But steal your stuff or kick your dog?

Most certainly will not!

‘We also never crawl into,

The ear for which we’re named,

(We’d need a ladder by the way),

It seems we’ve all been framed!’

So if you watch the Earwigs march,

Feel free to clap and say,

‘You’re welcome pinchy, scuttly friend,

Hip hip! Snip snip! Hooray!’