Have you ever seen a creature
Disappear in front of your eyes?
No crazy magic, no special tricks
But by the force of its natural disguise?

Come, I’ll let you in on a secret:
Hidden away in the branches of trees 
Are master camouflage artists 
Who are never quite what they seem

They’re not grasshoppers nor crickets
Nor dragonflies, nor cockatoos
I’ll give you a hint, it rhymes with Trick
And that’s exactly what they do

They trick you into believing 
You’re seeing a dead old twig
When they’re hiding in plain sight 
These magical walking sticks!

Also called the stick insects
They come in greens, browns and blacks
Trees and shrubs of all kinds
Are the platforms for their acts

The Giant Prickly is probably
The coolest of the pack
When disturbed it strikes a pose
Like a scorpion about to attack

So if you’re ever near a tree
Look closely at its branches
And if you’re lucky you might see
A stickie on its haunches.