Ballerina Slug and Her Amazing Dancing Bug Troupe

By the garden fence, beneath a bramble bush,
the audience are rather tense and gathered all a-hush.
For every worm and grub, each beetle, bee and bug
has travelled there by land or air for Ballerina Slug.

The Royal Insect Hall is packed from wall to wall,
on their feet and in their seats, the posh ones in a stall
where everybody spots the Queen Bee in her box
and say they swear she always wears those stripy yellow frocks.

The worms stop eating mud, and squirm up through the crud,
they'd cheer the band and put their hands together (if they could).
And all the worker ants stop working for the day
to see the show although they know they'll lose a full day's pay.

The crowd don't make a sound, but as the lights go down
they give a cheer as she appears and glides along the ground.
She wears a pink tutu, with hints of misty blue
(they both look good as every slug is male and female too).

As the show begins, she pirouettes and spins
upon one slippy tippy toe beside the wheelie bins.
Then with no legs or feet, she'll elegantly leap,
a graceful sight in silent flight across the compost heap.

The river dancing centipede joins her for a while,
with rows and rows of tapping toes he makes the crowd go wild.
He gives them such a thrill, his skills are really brill',
he kicks his feet but always keeps his body really still.

The body popping caterpillar soars across the floor,
she's quick and slick, and really sik, the crowd shout out for more!
Her moves are super duper, the troupe are in a stupor,
the crowd go "Wow!" she takes a bow, and turns into a pupa.

The breakin' B-boy beetle, in shell suit shiny black
flips around and on the ground starts spinning on his back.
He drops a slammin' beat, when dancin' on the street,
but then the bug'll struggle getting back up on his feet.

The glow worms steal the show by going heel to toe
to do the conga all along the bag of Easygrow.
The audience are reeling with such a happy feeling,
they creep and crawl up all the walls and dance upon the ceiling.

They've all had such a ball, they've flown and crept and crawled
from miles around to get on down until the curtain call.
For every worm and grub, each beetle, bee and bug,
has travelled there by land or air for Ballerina Slug.