Bug Collection
I had beetles and I had moths
Stuck with pins to not be lost
With their names underneath
Scientific and all unique
My friend’s was a bug collection
That made a really great impression
The ones he caught quite a sight
From a jar with lid on tight
There were butterflies too
Before the first norther came through
And they tried their best to stay
‘til the cold pushed them away
One student had a fly
Rather rare that she spied
And was given a perfect grade
For her collection really great
With each collection I recall
The many gems caught that fall
Some rare to ever see
Like a walking stick memory