WHERE'S MY MOTHER
WHERE"S MY MOTHER?
A baby caterpillar
Climbed up and down the tree
Looking for his mother.
Oh where, where can she be?
Around and down and up again
In every little nook
Searched high and low
He called, he yelled
Where else can he look?
Not on the ground or in a bush
So he looked way up high
His caterpillar mother
Was a Beautiful Butterfly!
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