Description: Metamorphosis to the 12 Days of Christmas, Childrens Music, Childrens English Vocals, commercial music, stock music and royalty free music
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Lyrics:
Caterpillar Capers!
©2004 David Harper & Marcia Trimble
On the first day of capers a voice sang from afar: you will turn into a star
One the second day of capers a voice sang from afar: hatch little egg, you will turn into a star
On the third day of capers a voice sang from afar, hatch little egg, eat your shell, you will turn into a star
On the forth day of capers a voice sang from afar: hatch little egg, eat your shell, munch milkweed leaves, you will turn into a star
On the fifth day of capers a voice sang from afar: eating machine. Hatch little egg, eat your shell, munch milkweed leaves, you will turn into a star
On the sixth day of capers a voice sang from afar: it’s time for molting, eating machine. Hatch little egg, eat your shell, munch milkweed leaves, you will turn into a star
On the seventh day of capers a voice sang from afar: wiggle from your old skin, it’s time for molting, eating machine. Hatch little egg, eat your shell, munch milkweed leaves, you will turn into a star
On the eighth day of capers a voice sang from afar: hang from your stem now, wiggle from your old skin, it’s time for molting, eating machine. Hatch little egg, eat your shell, munch milkweed leaves, you will turn into a star
On the ninth day of capers a voice sang from afar: Skin’s all a shriveling, hang from your stem now, wiggle from your old skin, it’s time for molting, eating machine. Hatch little egg, eat your shell, munch milkweed leaves, you will turn into a star
On the tenth day of capers a voice sang from afar: pupa’s a hardening, dropped off your old skin, hanging from your stem now, wiggle and a squiggled, past time for molting, eating machine. Hatch little egg, eat your shell, munch milkweed leaves, you will turn into a star
On the eleventh day of capers a voice sang from afar: chrysalis is a shimmering, pupa’s a hardening, dropped off your old skin, hanging and a shriveling, wiggling and squiggling, past time for molting, eating machine. Hatch little egg, eat your shell, munch milkweed leaves, you will turn into a star
On the twelfth day of capers a voice sang from afar: free you’re-a-pulling chrysalis is a shimmering, pupa’s a hardening, drop off your old skin, hanging and shriveling, wiggling and a squiggling, past time for molting, eating machine. Hatch little egg, ate your shell, munch milkweed leaves, you will turn into a star
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