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Dear Monarch

MRS. VESIA'S PRESCHOOL CLASS

A caterpillar is so big,
so why are your wings so small?
Who painted your wings orange?
Fairies? Did they paint you all colors?

Your wings are pointed
and spotted, as if they're shouting,
"You can't eat me!"
to your predators.

What do you do inside your chrysalis?
Do you drink milk?
Do you sit on a little couch
with teeny pillows?

You get cold in the winter,
since you don't have a tiny coat or boots.
So you spread your wings
like a superhero and fly to Mexico.

When you get there,
do you fold your wings
to make a dress
and go dancing?

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