A fly flew by,
and on the wing,
was eaten by,
a curious thing.
Moist smooth skin,
long sticky tounge,
( for catching flies.)
This aphid had been made a snack,
through webbed amphibious attack.
and with it's meal still undigested,
into a witch it manifested.
"Now that's the way" she said to me.
"to save on cooking lunch or tea"
and with a flash of fire and fog,
shape-changed herself back to a frog.
The lesson ended for the day,
it winked at me and hopped away.