Caterpillar come from thy tiny egg
On the dewy leaf so green,
The flowers are a-bud, the birds are come,
It is time thou abroad wert seen.
Caterpillar grow, for thy summer's task
Ev'ry busy hour shall fill;
The flowers are awaiting thy second birth,
Then do thy work with a will.
Caterpillar sleep in thy cocoon's fold
In thy snug and silken bed.
The winds may blow, the raindrops fall,
Not a drop shall touch thy head.
Butterfly creep from thy brown cocoon,
Spread thy lovely silken wings; Ev'ry blossom bright, ev'ry garden flow'r
To thee a welcome brings.
The Birth of the Butterfly is written in the key of F Major. B will be flatted except in
measures 6 and 7 where accidentals change it to a B natural.
