Said she wanted more,
Said she’d like to start a farm,
Or salamander store…
She trusted the terrarium,
To keep them wet and damp,
“We’ll have some baby salamanders!”
Before we leave for camp!
Sister waited day and night,
For babies to appear,
But never saw new crawly things,
She searched from front to rear…
Suddenly she noticed!
And what she saw was great!
She witnessed swimming, tiny things,
She counted, there were eight!
“I got no salamanders,
It looks like I got fish,
They’re super wiggly, swimming quickly,
In the water’s dish…”
Surprisingly they crawled out,
Very, very strange!
Emerged right from the water,
They’d undergone a change!
“They looked like little fishies!
But now they creep on land,
They’re breathing air!
They’re growing legs!
They’re walking in the sand!
My mother said,
“Just stop,
I’ll speak to you with candor,
What you thought were baby fish,
Were larval salamander!
They weren’t little fishies,
It’s metamorphosis!
Baby salamanders,
Aren’t baby fish!”
