(DREAM-MAKER:)
Soon.
CATERPILLAR:
Soon? What does that mean? Soon? When is, soon?
I’ve been waiting a long time—I mean,
I’ve been in here
a long,
long,
long time.
(DREAM-MAKER:)
Patience.
CATERPILLAR:
Okay… (sigh)
I’ll calm down.
I’ll be patient, but I’m just saying,
it’s been a long time. In a very tight space.
I can’t move it’s so tight!
(DREAM-MAKER:)
Sing Me your song.
CATERPILLAR:
Song?
(DREAM-MAKER:)
You know the one.
CATERPILLAR:
Ummmm, okay. Let’s see…
Dear God above, the source of Love, please here me when I call
With colors gay, begin today, to make me something new.
Let me sing, on gossamer wings, to dreamers—not a few;
A song to show, that all things low, can miracles believe,
If they will shed, all fear and dread, and new dreams now receive!