I've been thinking about caterpillars And the things they don't know All they do is eat on leaves And then they gradually grow When they pop out of their eggs Do they have any clue What their life will have in store for them And what they will do? They don't know where they're headed They don't know where they're from And they have absolutely no idea what they will become These little wormies metamorphosize into something more But I wanna make it clear this song is not a metaphor I just think caterpillars don't know what's going on They're dopey as heck, don't know why we respect Something that can't do long division, write petitions Or pay with a check (and I can do all of those things) I just think caterpillars don't know what's going on I can eat leaves, and I can also climb trees And I can also conceive of what I'll be in three years A keeper of bees (a beekeeper) I'd like to see a caterpillar do that