***the Proposal Poem by Ernestine Northover

Who will marry me, said the flea,
Why ever should I, said the fly,
I would willingly give you a hug, said the bug,
That would be nice, said the wood lice,
I could sit down beside her, said the spider,
Well I certainly can't, said the ant,
Well of course you can't, that's absurd, said the ladybird,
Whoever does will come a cropper, said the grasshopper,
I think one should take heed, said the centipede,
I wouldn't for a thousand quid, said the aphid,
She's got a tongue like a rasp, said the wasp,
Oh, I shall remain free, said the bee,
I think you're probably right, said the mite,
All I can say is, she's a killer, said the caterpillar,
She'll suck you dry!