Words & Music: Phyl Lobl
Small and round and white,
Hidden out of sight,
I think I really have to make a change.
I’m feeling rather weird,
I’m as prickly as a beard.
And my legs are rather hard to rearrange,
Now I'm living like a nut in a little pupa hut,
That I made by sending out a silky thread.
Now at last I'm in the sky,
I always knew that I would fly,
But I bet that all of you thought I was dead.