What Will I Be?
Crawling, wriggling, moving along waiting for the time to come
and when the time is right i'll know,
it will be a splendid show.
I'll hibernate away for more than a day.
Then when the time is right ill break into flight
Flying, fluttering, climbing high
that will be me up there in the sky.
I'll be ... I'll be ...
Well can you guess what ill be with delicate wings symetrical in shape, so delicate and thin like a piece of tape.
Do you know what i'll be ?
Do you know the future for me ?
Have you got it ? Do you see ?
The butterfly i'm going to be
and when the time is right i'll know,
it will be a splendid show.
I'll hibernate away for more than a day.
Then when the time is right ill break into flight
Flying, fluttering, climbing high
that will be me up there in the sky.
I'll be ... I'll be ...
Well can you guess what ill be with delicate wings symetrical in shape, so delicate and thin like a piece of tape.
Do you know what i'll be ?
Do you know the future for me ?
Have you got it ? Do you see ?
The butterfly i'm going to be
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i wrote this when i was six, seven so thats why its completely rendom and childish i found it in my diary. It was about a caterpillar i saved from being squished by my little brother who was four, five at the time. i read a book on caterpillars and then wrote this so hope its alright i was just a kid a clever kid ut still a kid i still loved to play and read and learn from my older sister who was fifteen, sixteen at the time.