Under my feet are so many things—
Some with legs and some with wings,
Some that walk and some that crawl—
And all of them are very small.
Some are worms and some are bugs;
Some are slippery, slimy slugs.
Some are ants and some are snails;
Some have funny heads or tails.
I must be careful where I walk;
I must be careful, or I’ll knock
Some tiny creature off the grass
And send it tumbling as I pass.
I’ll try to be careful, for I know
If I were a bug, I’d say, “Go slow.
Watch where you’re stepping, for, you see,
Under your feet—