Ode to Fuzzy the Caterpillar

Oh, Fuzzy the caterpillar, you were our first pet,
Theodore and Lucy would stare at you in fascination.
You ate you leaf and pooped an amazing amount,
But you could not be confined.

Oh, Fuzzy, named by Lucy, you were meant for bigger things,
when you started to fade and curl up, we grew afraid.
Papa set you free into a flower bed,
and minutes later you were gone.

Good luck, Fuzzy!