I was sitting in my chair
When a catapiller came along
It had beautiful white hair
But one of its antena was bent wrong
It had a red spot on its head
I had never seen one like this before
Fearing an itch, don\'t crawl on me I said
And I carried him 20 yards to the road afore
Ten minutes had not passed
and he was back again, by my foot
How had he moved so fast?
I carried him to a mighty oak\'s root
I watched him climb the tree
Each branch he choose with care
Until he was over head of me
Then he dropped back into my chair