Clicking and clacking,
With wings a flapping,
Battered-
In hot oil,
Fried to a,
Savery golden brown.
In some parts of the world,
Markets daily fare.
Insects are,
Like potato chips,
Chrispy-
Chunchy-
Snacks.
Grubs squirm, humm hoppers,
Picking teeth and choppers,
With toasted ortho- claw,
Food,
Crawled from sea.
Odanàta,
Mantòdea,
Blattàriea run and hide.
Others,
Take it in stride.
Numbers grow,
And so the dough,
Humm!
Food for that empty feeling.
http://www.insects.org/entophiles/index.html
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