[Grey Wanderer]: 331.Spatula-headed in the research

Far underneath the deep blue sea,
Where the fishes all have fun,
Lay a scientific research base,
It’s name? Poseidon One.

Here they researched Bips,
A funny sort of thing,
But in their sterile hallways,
A spatula-fly took wing.

The fly part isn’t bad at all,
It doesn’t even have legs,
The bad part is the things it makes:
Spatuala-headed eggs.

The Bips where doing fine,
The researchers’ clothing matched,
All this stopped just as soon,
As the caterpillars hatched.

The first thing to go was the clothing,
Because the tiny ones eat only cloth,
The researchers had to get new things,
They thought that it was a moth.

The next thing to go was the Bips,
When the Spatula-headers grew,
The researchers found them half eaten;
They made the remains into stew.

But now they knew the extent of their troubles,
They didn’t know what to say.
They got together in council,
And decided on lots of bug-spray.

Now if you look on a can of the stuff,
You’ll see a label state:
Caution: It’s toxic,
Be sure to ventilate.

I shall remind you that under the sea,
Air is hard to be gotten,
And unfortunately for the researchers,
That was somehow forgotten.

So when they got their but-spray,
They sprayed it all around.
It was quite a while before,
The dead researchers where found.

The caterpillers where just fine,
And would start making more of them soon,
For to mere bug-spray and stuff,
The spatula-heads are immune.

When at last a submarine came,
Their news swept the nation;
Scientists dead by bug spray,
Caterpillars have civilization.

And so now no place is safe,
Be it on land or in sea,
Spatula-heads are there,
And hearty as can be.