Lines about a Woolly Bear of Very Little Brain

The amount of the black, the amount of the brown –
You’re the greatest at weather forecasting in town
               When the upcoming winter’s the issue.

But it seems to me, cute woolly bear caterpillar,
You’re turning me into a cold-blooded killer.
               (I confess, though, I won’t need a tissue.)

Cuz in spite of the debt which to you-all is owed,
You about send us weaving all over the road
               In order to try and not squish you.

You’re so smart you can tell us how winter will be,
But not smart enough speeding autos to see…
               Well…it’s awfully good luck that I wish you.

                                                         —A. A. Mouse