Puhipii Poetry

O Weevil, with neck so profound
How deftly you move on the ground
You cut leaves into discs
To make courting whisks
And your wings are sure to astound.

This Mushroom all the ants dread
For it sends spores inside of their heads
The ants soon believe
They should climb up the leaves
To allow the Mycosis to spread.

The wasp has stunned a large spider
And looks for a crevice to hide her
In the dark of this keep
The spider will sleep
While wasp larvae develop inside her.

This longlegs savors the taste
Of chewing a mushroom to paste
Although he’ll be nourished
The fungus will flourish
Because spores will stick to his face.

The butterfly drinks from the pool
But not just to keep herself cool
It’s salt that is wanted
So the water is shunted
And ejected in high-pressure stool.