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January 1999 Volume
VII number 1
The Gloworm has been in hibernation for awhile but it's time for it to emerge from the long nap. Maybe we can start 1999 off on the correct foot and keep things interesting for those of us who were buggy before it became popular to be that way. I usually end the year with a number of recipes and poetry, but since we missed the holidays I thought we'd begin the year with some tidbits which I hope you will find interesting. Some of these are oldies and others are new additions...
And
tasted it, and found it good, And
that is why your Cousin May Fell
through the parlor floor today. from
The Termite by Ogden Nash and a
great number of us remember 1998 as being
the year when the 13 year cicadas invaded
parts of Mississippi by the millions, singing
their songs but did you know... For
they all have voiceless wives. This
one from the Bible is just too good to pass
up, especially in these times... so a
little folly outweighs wisdom and honor. Then
those situations where we all seem to be
equals, at least in the consideration by insects
leads us to look to the smaller creatures
like the lice and the mosquitoes..... used to
know told me
that millionaires
and bums
tasted about
alike to him
......
Don Marquis: in the
lives and times of archy and mehitabel a man
thinks he amounts to a lot, but to
a mosquito a man is merely something to
eat from
Certain Maxims by Don Marquis As we
make plans and try to carry through on them throughout 1999,
it would be good to remember that we also fit into the 'food
chain' at one time or another - no matter who we are or what
our importance. A few
weeks back a young Gloworm reader submitted the following
poem, entitled 'Food Chain Action in my Garden.' Thanks
Hunter!!
A creepy crawling through some roses,
goes a spider.
He spins a web from rose to rose
and SNAP!
He catches a fly
just like that!
A bird swoops down and
grabs the spider.
And WHOOSH!
Swoops back up
And all that's left is a pecan weevil
crawling around and around on a rose.
And below in the dirt
is a bed of fire ants.
And even farther live the worms
wiggling and squirming;
And a chicken comes and eats the worms
and all that's left is a teensy, weensy fly;
The fly flies over the pond.
SPLISH, SPLASH, SPLISH, SPLASH
A frog hops up - eats the fly
and down to the lily pad it goes;
All that is left is a dragonfly.
SPLASH!
Out of the water jumps a fish and eats the dragonfly
SPLASH! Back into the water.
WIND, WIND, the fish gets wound in by a fisherman.
The fish gets cut up and eaten for a Sunday dinner.
And out after the Sunday dinner
one black widow crawling through the rose garden,
catches a cockroach, eats it quick and SNAP!
A bird picks up the Black widow.
The black widow stings the bird, and the bird dies
and drops the black widow, PLOP,
on her web, goes the black widow.
Catches three flies, and eats them for her dinner.
After dinner she's in search of more insects
to make her dessert all night long.
Happy Bugging,
Mike Williams
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