Insects!

Lucretia Nasty-Nasty was a horrid little child, she was,
Who liked to squash small insects dead,
and when she did she smiled, because,
she thought it quite a laugh to see their tiny bodies crushed, she did.
Yes Lucretia Nasty-Nasty was a horrid little kid.

Professor Nasty-Nasty was a sci-en-tist of note, he was,
who wore glasses and a beard and a lab-ora-tory coat, because,
that's how boffins look when inventing clever stuff, they do.
(Oh, and Professor Nasty-Nasty was Lucretia's daddy too.).

Professor Nasty-Nasty built a wondrous time machine, he did,
from a cardboard box, a wind up clock and an old baked beany lid.
He warned Lucretia never to touch the time machine, for she would be,
in very serious trouble. Yes, and trouble with a capital ‘T’.

But Lucretia did not hear for she was busy squashing ants, and so,
she stepped inside the time machine wound up the wind up clock, and oh,
before she knew quite where she was she’d traveled back in time, she had,
to several million years B.C., (which she thought was pretty ‘rad’).

She stepped outside the time machine and looking round in awe, she said,
I’ll find some prehistoric insects on the ground and make them all be dead,
by stepping on them with my shoe and squashing them to blackberry jam.
So off she went just thinking; "what a clever ickle girl I am".

So busy was Lucretia seeking prehistoric insects, she
didn’t hear the coming of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, as he
lumbered through the forest seeking juicy things to eat, he did,
(but nothing quite so paltry as a tiny human kid).

Lucretia found an insect that was small enough to squash, and so,
she lifted up her shoe shod foot just high enough to squash, then go
on her merry way seeking other tiny creatures to,
crush to mush beneath her bright and shiny tiny shoe.

But before Lucretia had the chance to stamp her tiny foot hard down, she
heard a terrible roaring voice behind and when she looked around, she
saw a giant T. Rex foot above her tiny head, and that,
is all she saw before the T. Rex foot had squashed her flat.

Now the moral of this tale is plain for all to see, you see,
you shouldn’t squash small creatures for they have a right to be, you see,
and if you do such terrible things then perhaps you should beware,
‘cos one day something giant might just step on you!...

So there!