Caterpillar on the wall
Whither, whither do you crawl?
You know not, yourself, methinks
Strange and wandering little sphinx!
I will tell you where to go
Underneath the winter snow
In an old tree's secret hole
You shall hide your little soul
There, with summer, you shall learn
Thence, with summer you shall leap
Wave your fairy wings on high
Sip the flowers and kiss the sky
Emblem worm of many thing
So the joyous mind can spring
Through the hush of brooding hours
Kiss the sky and sip the flowers
The Caterpillar was written by Francis Money-Coutts & Isaac Albéniz.