Dear Silkworm,
Oh silkworm you have made me a beautiful dress,
Running like water, the silk you spun does caress.
Warm in the winter and cool in the spring,
Your work is genius and unlike anything!
But I have a confession and I do apologise,
For I didn’t know and now I am wise.
From your mulberry leaf you were taken and now,
You make silken cocoons for lots of highbrow.
Spewing out thread from tiny holes in your jaws,
As you bake in the sun, there’s no get out clause,
And then you are treated, and I don’t mean nicely!
Boiled to death, the process ‘stifling’ precisely!
Oh silkworm oh silkworm my dress may be nice,
But with this in mind I will in the future think twice!
by Rosie Saxe
Some 6,600 silkworms are killed to make just 1 kilogram of silk
