A woollybear lived in Goldenrod Park

Until one day he took an unfortunate walk.

He went looking for plantain and hadn't got far

When he found he was caught inside of a jar.

Little Johnny had captured him, safe in a glass

And took him to show to his school science class.

"His name's Weather Bear,"  John told all his friends.

"He can forcast the weather by the size of his bands.

If the dark band is large, winter's going to be hard.

My Pa taught me so, once out in the yard."

"Oh, but that's just folklore." Jonn's teacher said back.

"It's never been proven, so it's not really fact.

But there's something to learn from this furry thing.

Let's keep him outside until early spring.

He'll sleep through the winter, hybernate like a bear.

And in springtime he'll spin a cocoon out of hair.

Then we'll leave his cocoon outside of the jar

And we'll watch it hatch in the coming summer.

When the cocoon splits open  Weather Bear will emerge

With wings wet and soggy like cloth made of surge.

And when his wings dry, you'll see this piece of cloth

Fly off in the sky, as an Isabella Moth."