The caterpillar,Who spends half of its lifeBound 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?
The caterpillar,Who spends half of its lifeBound 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?