You eat lots of vegetation
you've got camouflage down, cold
you look just like a twig on tree limb
You like humid climes, I'm told
Hey! Creatures! leave that thing alone
All in all, he's just another stick on a walk
All in all, he's just another insect that walks

You don't need no transportation
Even if you lose a leg
It grows back, a thing called molting
They say that you lay some eggs
Hey! Creatures! leave that thing alone
All in all, he's just another stick that can walk
All in all, he's just another stick that can walk


Spoken:
Wrong! He ain't a twig
If he don't disguise himself, some bird will eat him
How can a bird eat him
If he don't look like meat?
you! Yes, you munching the oak leaf
Stand still, insect!