A caterpillar strolling along
His pace was pretty slow
But the things that he would meet today
Were not friends but a foe

He stumbled through the undergrowth
With no cares in his brain
As he gradually continued
Down the rocky garden lane

But then he saw a flash of yellow
And a golden glint of honey
His feeling he could not explain
But it was very funny

Then pouring out the glistening hive
Came hordes and hordes of bees
Buzzing through the cloudy air
And zooming over trees

He went every which direction
But soon the bees would follow
Until he found a tree trunk
That was relatively hollow

The bees now scattered everywhere
Except where he was hidden
For they could just not find him
As if it were forbidden

Soon they went back to the hive
All tired and defeated
And as for the caterpillar
His mission wasn’t yet completed

Now an army of wasps
Had discovered the bees
And now they were joining
Their forces, if you please

Now back to the caterpillar
Clambering through the bracken
Certain the miracle of his life
Soon must happen

He scampered and hopped
And he leapt through the ferns
But that little green insect
still had to learn

Something peculiar
How this story ends
Those wasps and those bees
Were not foes but friends