Here is a small portion of the rhyming text from: My Insect Friends by Barbara Eaton In the summer, all day long I go searching high and low, Hunting for new insect friends everywhere I go. . . There’s a beetle on the floor hurrying, scurrying. Under the couch he goes. I feel a ladybug on my hand wiggling, tickling. She just came to say “hello.” I hear June Bugs on the screen door snapping, tapping. They want to come inside. There’s a moth in the windowsill, flitting, flapping. She wants to fly outside. I find a centipede underneath a rock. Hustling, bustling, he races for the dark. I hear a locust in the treetop, vibrating, singing. Clinging to the tree bark. I see the bugs, I hear the bugs. Sometimes I touch them, too. If they’re friendly, if they have no stingers, I know it’s safe to do. I see a spider in its web, waiting, preying, Soon he'll grab his catch. There's a grasshopper in the field. Hopping, stopping. He's a jumping jack flash. . .