The caterpillar ate in style
And used to flash a well-fed smile
On noting absent pesticides
That would have messed up its' insides.

'Organic's best!' it firmly said,
'For otherwise I would be dead -
If only ALL the farmer's fields
Weren't sprayed to maximise their yields!'

'My children then would feel quite free
To multiply prodigiously,
And I - well I would spend my days
Chewing in a cabbage daze.'

Of course our bug was not to know
That Mr.Farmer - not THAT slow -
Had found a little fly that viewed
Our bug's soft flesh as gourmet food.

With shrieks our caterpillar saw
The fly upon its' leafy floor -
And with a yell it ceased to be:
That fly ate it completerly.