Today I am a caterpillar, I am knobbly and green,

I cut that path through the leaf behind me, it shows you where I've been.

I crawl slowly on my belly and I am rubbery like jelly,

And if I should slip from this here cabbage, I might end up somewhere smelly.

 

But soon I will go through changes, that you would not believe,

I'll say goodbye for a while to the cabbage patch, a little home of me own I'll weave.

And when I'm closed up tight inside, for few weeks at least I'll hide,

And only when I'm done transforming will I pop back out with pride

 

For I will be a butterfly, soaring above the trees!

Yes I will be a butterfly, just floating on the breeze.

I will be a butterfly, for it's what I'm meant to be.

I will be a butterfly, it is my destiny.

 

You too will go through changes, though they won't be the same as mine.

Yes, you too will go through changes, but eventually you'll be fine.

As, when you do go through your changes, you will not be alone,

And when you've done your changing, you will be all grown.

 

I wonder what you'll look like?

I wonder what you'll see?

And when your transformation's done, 

I wonder what you'll be?