The Venus Fly Trap sat there, softly crying,

“So, what’s the matter, brother?” asked the weed,

“I’m getting weak, and very slowly dying,

it’s ages since I had a decent feed!”

“Don’t worry,” said his mate, “I know the ticket,

I’ll cook you up some very lovely food,

just yesterday I found this juicy cricket,

would you prefer it fricasseed or stewed?”

The Fly Trap bent his head and wailed the harder,

“Nobody understands my awful plight,

there’s nothing I can eat in Nature’s larder,

I need to take an interstellar flight!”

“Your hunger,” said the weed, “has bent your focus,

mosquitoes live round here, prolifically,

there’s ants and aphids, sometimes there are locusts,

or if you like, a tasty bumble bee!”

“I’m special,” said the Trap, “I dare not try it,

there’s nothing here on Earth – that’s why I cry,

no insects here can satisfy my diet,

I have to find myself a Venus fly!”

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