Sammy loved to play outside
and look for bugs all day;
He’d search between the rocks and stones in places out the way.
When he found an ant hill, he kicked it with his shoe.
His mother often scolded him. “That’s not a nice thing to do.”
He pulled the legs off spiders and the wings of dragonflies.
At times he squished a cricket and poked a cockroach in the eyes.
“Sammy please stop doing that!” His mother shook her head.
“It’s better that these insects live instead of being dead.”
But Sammy didn’t listen and killed bugs all day long
Even though his mother told him doing this was wrong.
One night when Sammy went to bed he had a horrible dream.
His mother came running when she heard her son’s loud scream.
“I dreamed about a spider and it was really big.
It chased me all around the room, trying to stab me with a twig.
It had two huge bulging eyes and a mouth with quite a bite.
Other bugs were with it. It gave me quite a fright.”
The next day when Sammy went out to play in the sun,
He discovered killing bugs and things just wasn’t any fun.
Instead of hurting them, he ran off to play with a friend.
Can you think of a better way to have this poem end?