I think that I shall never see
What caterpillars do to a beautiful tree,
That I don’t ask, between you and me,
Why God eyer bothered to make the tree.
Poems by me get louder and sillier,
But only God builds the caterpilliar.
Be that as it may, I find me wishin’
That He never has any competition!
by Ray Romine Monday, August 9, 1943
