One will crawl, one will fly
Which moves low? Which moves high?
This poem is fun to wiggle on the ground when speaking about the caterpillars, and to walk on tip-toes when speaking about the butterflies. And of course, playsilk wings are a MUST.
Way up in the skies, a butterfly flies,
When way down below, a caterpillar goes slow.
He munches and munches on jungle leaf lunches.
"I'm so full and fat!" he says with a pat.
"I'll spin a cocoon by the light of the moon,
Curl up in my bed, and sleep," he said.
Not a sound did we hear, 'till the special moment was near.
The weeks soon passed by, and out flew a butterfly!
We act out the poem one line at a time. Playsilks can become butterfly wings, jungle leaves, and the caterpillar's cocoon. If you have some small percussion instruments laying around, it's really fun to add "sound effects" to the poem as well!