Lepidoptera, Hymenoptera, Coleoptera, Diptera      She’s talking to the ants again, the spiders and the bees   Little lady larva, won’t you get up off your knees?      She’s married to the wings of night; lacewings on the breeze   Little lady larva, look, she’s lost up in the trees.      Lepidoptera, Hymenoptera, Coleoptera, Diptera   LARVA!      Pink dress on the playground, jungle gyms to please   Little lady larva’s bloodied lips, skinned knees.      Reaching down a crawdad burrow, playing in the stream   Little lady larva’s gonna have to go and get clean.