Caterpillar - Jef Neve, Sam Sparro

There I was, so meek and small

And on my hands and knees I crawled

I survived the scorching sun

The bitter wind

The water gun

I hid among the fallen leaves

And waited there

Below the trees

Escaping the feet of crows

Or squashed beneath the humans' toes

And just when I was out of breath

And felt that I was near my death

I made myself a tomb of silk

A place where I could quietly wilt

I drifted off into a slumber

Sure that I’d been taken under

But this life, it was not done

A brand new one had just begun

I found myself with open eyes

And I was flying through the skies

I saw my glimmering reflection

One of beauty and perfection

I had not died, to my surprise

I had become a butterfly

Fly

Fly

I can fly