When children see me they will stop,

They know that I don’t bite,

I climb their fingers to the top,

They watch as I take flight.

 

I fly around the scenery

And land on shrubs to eat,

I never bite their greenery,

Preferring to eat meat.

 

The aphids, mites, and insect eggs,

All make a lovely lunch,

Those tiny pests with many legs,

Are yummy when they crunch.

 

 

I’m loved in gardens, and I eat

Those nasty bugs that hide,

I keep the shrubs alive and neat,

No need for pesticide.