A Metamorfose Das Borboletas

Just like us
Who are born from an egg
The butterfly
Is also born

But her egg
Is very tiny
No wonder
Her child is much smaller than a chick

Cock-a-doodle-doo
Cock-a-doodle-doo

- well, let's tell the story of the butterfly, right?
- let's go
Knock knock

The butterfly
Lays the egg on a leaf
And flies away
And flies away
The egg stays there
There there there there there
The egg stays there

Time passes
And from inside the egg
A caterpillar comes out
La la la la larva
A caterpillar comes out

- so the caterpillar is born from the butterfly's egg?
- yes, but it doesn't seem like her child... it doesn't have wings, it has a lot of legs,
It's hairy, different, right?
- yes, the chick is more like us, right...
- yes, it has two legs, a beak, and it's cuter, right...
- goes peep peep peep...
- peep peep peep
- well, let's go back to the caterpillar, knock knock there
Knock knock

La la la caterpillar
A caterpillar comes out

It comes out it comes out
Hungry and eats
And eats the eggshell

And walks and walks
And eats and eats
And finds everything tasty

Cock-a-doodle-doo
Cock-a-doodle-doo
And finds everything tasty

One day the caterpillar decides
To hang itself
Sheds its skin, throws away its legs
Becomes like a little package
Even changes its name

Pupa pupa pupa
Caterpillar turns into pupa

- and does it stay inside the little package?
- it does, seems like a candy, all wrapped up...
- clever, huh...
- let's open the little package... knock knock there
Knock knock

And when the little package opens...

The butterfly comes out
All folded
Come on butterfly!
Stretch stretch stretch stretch your wings

But but but butterfly
Goes from flower to flower
But but but butterfly
Comes in every color

- well, wait a minute, does it mean that the butterfly and the caterpillar are the same creature?
- yes... with a metamorphosis in between!
- oh... now it's complicated... I think we better raise the tone... let's go...
Knock knock knock

One day the butterfly
Lands on a leaf
And lays an egg, and lays an egg, and
Knock knock knock
The story starts again

In nature
Stories are like this
They go back to the beginning
When they reach the end