Please don’t mix up a Blue Caterpillar
With a ganderish goose:

The geese don’t change in anything,
They gite,
they bite, -

But the Blue Caterpillar isn’t a bird
And no goose,
but a caterpillar!

I must keep still and crawl away -
I shall be a larva, -
And change into a butterfly as the final result
According to the plan, according to the plan.

But if the plans have been imagined -
not mine, not mine -
And are not praticable -
not mine, not mine, -
Here they are praticable -
you are mine, you are mine!