"Vaulting from leaf to leaf stem to stem plant to plant..."
Grasshoppers, p. 4

"Should we be told that it's surely a miracle we reply Balderdash! Rubbish! Nonsense!"
Water Striders, p. 6

"We're mayflies lying dying floating by the millions on the very stream from which we sprung so very long ago this morning back when we were young."
Mayflies, p. 10

"Insect calligraphers practicing penmanship..."
Fireflies, p. 13

"I missed Conan Doyle, he pined for his Keats We're book lice fine mates despite different tastes..."
Book Lice, p. 17

"Porch light! Let's kiss Let's clasp Let's marry for trice!"
The Moth's Serenade, p. 19

"'Stroke! We're cockswain calling 'Stroke!'"
Water Boatmen, p. 21

"When they care for their children, never to be looked upon, they'll feel my love in replica and know that they, in turn, were cherished..."
The Digger Wasp, p. 25

"Jubilant cicadas pouring out their fervent praise for heat and light...