A tiny fat caterpillar crawls on the broken leaves of a flower
He doesn't know his secret power
That when he wraps up in his cocoon
He'll emerge even prettier than the early afternoon
His change is fine
Normal
It has to happen for him to grow
If he stayed a little caterpillar the rest of his life
He would never have taken flight
How can I change in less than a week?
During that time life has been bleak
Maybe it was because I was happy
And turned my frown
Up
And had a glow around me like a crown
Why can't I change?
Why can't you except that all things do?
