I\'m a plain piece of paper,
Resting in your warm hand,
Wondering what you will make of me
Something small, or something grand?
Will I be a little white rose
To bloom, yet never to die?
Or, a toy, a plain plaything
To amuse your friendly eye?
Or, a delicate butterfly perhaps
For everyone to say “ah!”
Or, maybe a simple aeroplane
To be thrown away quite far?
Whatever it is you do decide
To make from your imagination
I’ll always be happy in your hands –
Your loving touch is my inspiration!