The Very Hungry Caterpillar

In a garden, bright and green,
A tiny caterpillar could be seen.
Munching through leaves, one by one,
His journey of hunger had just begun.

The Very Hungry Caterpillar, so small,
Ate through fruits — he loved them all!
An apple on Monday, a pear on Tuesday,
With every bite, he cleared the way.

Wednesday came with a fruity feast:
Plums and strawberries — oh, what a beast!
But the little caterpillar wanted more,
His tummy rumbled, louder than before.

On Thursday, he found a picnic spread:
He munched through cake and jam on bread.
Chocolate, ice cream, cookies, too —
His hungry tummy just grew and grew!

But as the weekend drew near,
The caterpillar felt something queer.
A change was coming, a sweet surprise,
A transformation before our eyes.

He spun a cocoon, safe and tight,
And slept inside, beneath moonlight.
Then after waiting, patient and still,
A butterfly emerged — what a thrill!

Now he flutters through skies so wide,
With colorful wings, full of pride.
A story of change, of growth so grand,
A tale to cherish across the land.

The End!