Are you ready to introduce your preschooler to the enchanting world of poetry through lively insect tales?
Imagine the delight on their faces as they discover the wonders of buzzing bees, fluttering butterflies, and crawling ants, all woven into playful verses.
Here are 10 delightful insect poems are perfect for sparking curiosity and imagination in young minds.
Let’s get right to it!
My favorite insect poem for preschool
#1 “Buz, Buz, Buz” by Clara Doty Bates
Buz, Buz, Buz–says the Great buzzing Bee.
Go away butterfly–this flower is for me.
Why? Why? Why? says the little butterfly,
If you may sit on this flower, why may’nt I?
“Buz, Buz, Buz” by Clara Doty Bates tops our list because it captivates preschoolers with its playful dialogue between a bee and a butterfly.
Its simple language and relatable theme of sharing make it engaging and easy for young children to understand.
This charming poem encourages curiosity and enjoyment of nature, sparking interest in poetry from an early age.
9 more insect poems for preschool
#2 “The Spider” by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
A spider sewed at night
Without a light
Upon an arc of white.
If ruff it was of dame
Or shroud of gnome,
Himself, himself inform.
Of immortality
His strategy
Was physiognomy.
#3 “Bees And Other Fellow-Creatures” by Jean Ingelow
The dove laid some little sticks,
Then began to coo;
The gnat took his trumpet up
To play the day through;
The pie chattered soft and long –
But that she always does;
The bee did all he had to do,
And only said, “Buzz.”
#4 “The Spider and the Ghost of the Fly” by Vachel Lindsay
Once I loved a spider
When I was born a fly,
A velvet-footed spider
With a gown of rainbow-dye.
She ate my wings and gloated.
She bound me with a hair.
She drove me to her parlor
Above her winding stair.
To educate young spiders
She took me all apart.
My ghost came back to haunt her.
I saw her eat my heart.
#5 “The Fly” by William Blake
Little Fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
#6 “The Spider” by H. P. Nichols
Don’t kill the spider, little Fred,
But come and stand by me,
And watch him spin that slender thread,
Which we can hardly see.
How patiently, now up, now down,
He brings that tiny line!
He never stops, but works right on,
And weaves his web so fine.
You could not make a thread so small,
If you should try all day;
So never hurt him, dear, at all,
But spare him in your play.
#7 “Bee An Apple” by Paul Cameron Brown
The taste of an apple,
the cringing of a bee
as sun stops turning
a ladle over their skins;
the fire gold stains
on apple’s skin,
the honey yellow, black bits
a hornet wrinkles in.
#8 “Bees” by Frank Dempster Sherman
Bees don’t care about the snow;
I can tell you why that’s so:
Once I caught a little bee
Who was much too warm for me!
#9 “Aeronautics” by Unknown
A flea and a fly in a flue,
Were imprisoned; now what could they do?
Said the fly, “let us flee.”
“Let us fly,” said the flea,
And they flew through a flaw in the flue.
#10 “The Butterfly and the Bee” by William Lisle Bowles
Methought I heard a butterfly
Say to a labouring bee:
“Thou hast no colours of the sky
On painted wings like me.”
“Poor child of vanity! those dyes,
And colours bright and rare,”
With mild reproof, the bee replies,
“Are all beneath my care.
“Content I toil from morn to eve,
And scorning idleness,
To tribes of gaudy sloth I leave
The vanity of dress.”