The caterpillar looked to the sky

And admired the pretty butterfly

Thinking with sorrow upon his heart

I will never get to play that part

I am stuck upon the ground

While that creature there, flies round and round

Light as air with wings so fine

And the symmetry was just divine

I should never hope to be

Loved by one so fine as she

Downtrodden and so filled with pain

He could not see they were the...