It's kind of tough to be a bug
Six arms and still no one to hug
I'd like to know what it's like on the other side of the fence
Maybe some flowers and some friends
But if I climb far enough
Though it might take some time
I just might
See the light
And the apple trees
Of red and green and brown
And some dragonflies
And the flutterbyes
Who might stop and say hi
A perfect destination
For a little guy like me
Just wait and see
I'll pack my bags
'Cause tomorrow I will be
On my way
