Brown and furry Caterpillar in a hurry, Take your walk To the shady leaf, or stalk, Or what not, Which may be the chosen spot. No toad spy you, Hovering bird of prey pass by you; Spin and die, To live again a butterfly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON JUAN: CANTO 1 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ANSWER TO A CHILD'S QUESTION by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE IVY GREEN by CHARLES DICKENS ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE by JOHN KEATS AVE MARIA GRATIA PLENA by OSCAR WILDE |