Sprouted

I’ve sprouted, sprouted n' sprouted
little wings and things that make me glad.
I’ve sprouted
little wings and things that make me glad.
I’m the bug who’s learnin' to fly
my wings are quick as the bat of an eye
let’s fly down to the park
and join Mister Meadowlark.
we’ll tell our friends to meet there
they’ll come by land, sea, or air,
wild and free
as perhaps all wild things should be
I’m flying, flying flying
on the breeze with ease and moving fast.
I’m flying, flying, flying
on the breeze with ease and some panache.
I practiced lots and now I’m up high
my cocoon is left far behind
isn’t it time to go?
crickets just let us know…
the fireflies provide some light
and in the night, we’ll flutter by the spider webs…
let’s alight for a rest
It seems my wings passed the test
a lilac nectar drink
pause a while just to think
sit in the trees
listening to whispering leaves
the fireflies provide some light
and in the night, we’ll flutter by the spider webs…
I’ve sprouted, sprouted n' sprouted
little wings and things that make me glad.