Flight of the Caterpillar
The caterpillar,
Who spends half of its life
Bound to the ground,
Or clinging to a leaf,
Spins a cocoon and falls asleep,
But who, can you tell me,
When it emerges with its beautiful wings,
Teaches it to fly?
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