A little green caterpillar looked at a leaf
     And his tummy was starting to rumble:
'Mummy has told me to eat up my leaves,
       But I’d rather eat apple crumble.'

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             'Yes, I'd rather eat apple crumble.'
              
Then the fat little caterpillar looked at the sky:
      'Now why is the sky very blue? –
And how do I get to see more of this world?
      Oh my goodness, just what must I do?'

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            'My goodness, just what must I do?'

        

A butterfly flew to the leaf next to him
     And noticed he’d started to cry.
'Now you hurry up and get on with those greens 
      And soon you’ll be able to fly.'

 

             'Yes, soon you'll be able to fly!'

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'But my world is so boring with nothing to do 
       Except eating my greens every day.

I want very much to be lovely like you
      And fly through the world and then play.'

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          'Then fly through the world and then play.' 

 

Suddenly his green coat started to split.
      He stepped into the warm summer sun.
'I’m a butterfly now.  My dreams have all come true
     And it’s my turn to fly and have fun.'

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            'It's my turn to fly and have fun.'​

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                'I'm going to fly and have fun!'

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