Terence Evans had little respect

For the life or the welfare of any insect

He swatted the fly with the rolled daily news

And stamped on the beetle in his Doc Marten shoes

Unfortunate spiders were drowned in the bath

Caterpillars were crushed should they dare cross his path

He bisected worms with his pocket penknife

Pulled the legs off cray-fly and then squeezed them from life

This dreadful, thoughtless child showed little or no remorse

Whilst squashing slugs and snails with bricks and gravity’s force

He’d net the delicate butterfly and break its paper wings

Kill or cripple the cricket by stamping where he sings

He’d incinerate ants by magnifying the sun

And mangle the millipede both for spite and for fun

He was wary of wasps and would always take care

To trap them in jars and deprive them of air

Now one summers day Terence played alone

Squashing tiny ants between two slabs of stone

When something grabbed him from behind by the hair

And lifted him freely high up in the air

Terence turned around and to his surprise!

Saw a great ugly Giant with fiery red eyes

The giant gripped Terence in his large sweaty palms

Then with forefinger and thumb, ripped off one of his arms

Terence screamed in agony and cried for his Mother

But the giant ignored him and tore off another

Terry’s body writhe in both pain and fright

For his legs were the next to go, first left, then right

Then with the clap of the giant’s hands, poor Terence was no more

For all that remained of Terence Evans, lay crumpled on the floor

 

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