Creepy, crawly caterpillar, please don’t crawl on me!
I’m afraid of caterpillars, though I shouldn’t be.
I don’t think you’ll hurt me, ‘cause you’re pretty and you’re small,
But all the same, you scare me. Oh! I hear my Mummy call!

Mummy, there’s a caterpillar out there on the ground.
Please go out and move it ‘cause I don’t like it around.
Why must we have caterpillars? I don’t think it’s right.
If I let it crawl on me I’m sure that it will bite!

Are you sure that caterpillars never, ever bite?
Are the things you say about the caterpillars right?
Is it true they’ll change into a pretty butterfly?
I’ve never really liked them, Mummy, now I’ll really try!

Pretty, woolly caterpillar, you can crawl on me.
I won’t be afraid now that I know what you will be!
Now my Mummy’s told me and I know I mustn’t cry,
For soon you’ll be a butterfly and fly off to the sky!

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