Michael Mantis checked the mirror – Yep! He looked a treat,

He donned his shades and took another glance;

A happy smile was on his dial as Michael hit the street,

The night he’d waited for: The Insect Dance.

Yes, once in every purple moon the creatures with six legs

Take over an entire city block,

The flies and ants go out to dance, the hoi-polloi, the dregs

They come together with one aim – to ROCK!

Betty Bee had spent the day with mud pack on her face,

The Beetle Beauty Shop could do no more;

A limousine fit for a Queen has whisked her to the place,

The puparazzi flashed her to the door.

Right next to the entrance was a cloak room for the guests,

A termite took their coats, led them inside;

Two spider guards would make it hard for any insect pests,

For they were fully trained in secticide.

The band was called “The Maggots” and they rocked upon the stage,

They played a lot of Beatles tunes, it’s true;

Cicadas bopped and champagne popped as everybody raged,

Caterpillars conga’d, gadflies flew.

A disco ball spun round with seven fireflies alight

The dance floor was alive with happy faces;

Francisco Flea, the famed Emcee was grinning with delight,

A bumping, grinding floor of carapaces.

Colin Cockroach led a pretty larva out for air,

He hoped to get a taste of honeydew;

He rubbed his palp upon her scalp and told her he’d still care

Tomorrow when she metamorphed and flew.

Little Libby Ladybird danced closely with an aphid,

An earwig gave a louse a loving hug;

A teenage weevil grinned with evil thoughts of playing cupid,

And wowed the crowd with jive and jitterbug.

The night was going smoothly, Greg Grasshopper jumped around,

Disco dancing was his favorite hobby;

Then from the door there came a roar, a buzzing, droning sound,

A feral hornet gang had crashed the lobby!

They’d overpowered the bouncers and were looking for a brawl,

The tattoos on their thoraxes looked evil;

Pushed flies aside and went inside and glared around the hall,

Everybody froze ‘cept Wally Weevil.

Wally knew break-dancing and he went into a spin,

The ferals gathered round with stings in hand;

He moon-danced back – his fist went crack! – upon a hornet chin,

And then he showed them what was in his hand.

Hornets panicked, turned and fled full speed straight out the door,

Wally would go down in history;

The weevil who could stand up to a spikie gang and more,

(nobody saw his can of DDT)

The band resumed their playing as a bashful butterfly

Turned brightest pink as Wally gave a glance;

This would be love, coz stars above were twinkling in the sky,

Beaming magic on the Insect Dance.