I'm the frog man
Insects are good
I love them with my heart
But only as food
My tongue is sticky
The grubs get stuck
I retract it with the prey
Don't need any luck
Cockroach is a delicacy
I need a whole lot
Currently I'm running low
Last one behind the pot
They hide in crevices
In tiny cracks I can't get in
That's why I collect them
Even when I'm not eating
I do this when no one's looking
People object, shoddy points
I'd rather spend the time
Savoring the crunchy joints
You can make a sauce
Squash them into paste
It goes well with rice and beans
Enhances the taste
There are delightful recipes
If you have an insect tooth
I haven't got the time to talk now
Chased by a culinary sleuth
In life, your life
Is an esoteric melodrama
With you in the center lime light
And others after the comma
So shake the critics off
Pick the worms you like
They may be the only food source
After an asteroid strike
We are all mutants
Of a different brand
One munches on insects
Another finds them bland
Say hello to new foods
Explore the world anew
Take good advice when you find one
There are just a few
