Weta
What a variety of wetas there are
All in a family called Orthoptera
Some have long legs and keep out of sight
Some live in caves and never see light
All, it appears, are divest of wings
And there isn’t a weta I know of that sings
Their legs rubbed together produces a sound
And some people run when weta’s around
Or hop-in-terror
When near an or-thop-tera!
(Poem with permission by David Hardy)