Una Cuncuna Amarilla

A yellow caterpillar
Lived under a mushroom
There, in the middle of a branch
He had hidden his bed

He ate pieces from leaves
He sunbathed in the treetops
He liked to climb up and look
At the bugs that could fly
Why can't I be like them?
He asked while looking at the skies
Why do I have to crawl?
What I want is to be able to fly!

One day, something strange happened to him
He felt his body swollen
He didn't feel like going out
He just wanted to sleep

He put on a silk shirt
He hid in a big fig tree
He slept all winter
And he woke up with wings

Now I can fly
Like that cute thrush
I am a butterfly
With my wings I'm leaving