In a world so small and fine, Lace bugs live and dine, On leaves of trees they feed, A pest, yet food for others in need. With wings of lace so fair, Diaphanous and light as air, In platinum and charcoal hue, A beauty to behold, it’s true. On silk, their form is cast, A work of art to last, By Shoosty’s hand, they’re brought to life, No longer pests, but beauty rife. In nature’s grand design, Even bugs so small can shine, A reminder of the won- der all around, In every creature, beauty can be found.
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