Have you ever seen a creature
Disappear in front of your eyes?
No crazy magic, no maddening tricks
But by dint 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 cicadas 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 incredible 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 poised for 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.