The caterpillar,
Who spends half of its life
Bound to the ground,
Or clinging to a leaf,
Spins a cocoon and falls asleep,
But who, can you tell me,
When it emerges with its beautiful wings,
Teaches it to fly?
Who spends half of its life
Bound to the ground,
Or clinging to a leaf,
Spins a cocoon and falls asleep,
But who, can you tell me,
When it emerges with its beautiful wings,
Teaches it to fly?
