Egg-ing

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Mommy Butterfly put her egg carefully

Within the hole of a tree

When the night came along

She sang a lullaby


When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty
Will I be rich
Here's what she said to me
Que será, será
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que será, será
What will be, will be


Something wringkled inside the egg moving

Hearing the song, she was dancing

Listening the voice, she was mumbling

Blub...blub...blub..blub...blubbing


Mommy Butterfly was smiling

Watching her egg, she had happy feeling

Touching her egg, she was saying

"Yes, dear. You can be anything"

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