he walks, he wiggles, on the ground
slowly but surely, without a sound.
his feet are a hundred, timely in beat
rhythm and rhyme, one, two, three.
the caterpillar is unique in his own way
nothing bothers him, he likes it that way
he comes and he goes up and down his tree
slowly but surely one, two, three.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
he walks, he wiggles, on the ground
slowly but surely, without a sound.
his feet are a hundred, timely in beat
rhythm and rhyme, one, two, three.
the caterpillar is unique in his own way
nothing bothers him, he likes it that way
he comes and he goes up and down his tree
slowly but surely one, two, three.