- I’ve been thinking about caterpillars
- And the things they don’t know
- All they do is eat on leaves and then they gradually grow
- When they pop out of their eggs, do they have any clue
- What their life will have in store for them and what they will do?
- They don’t know where they’re headed
- They don’t know where they’re from
- And they have absolutely no idea what they will become
- Thеse little wormies mеtamorphosize into something more
- But I want to make it clear
- This song is not a metaphor
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@suika Here is a poem about animals that you like Butterflies are beautiful but have to go through the process of growing up from caterpillars. Butterflies are beautiful but if the caterpillars they spawn are not good for the plants, it seems there are always two sides.
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