The Tippity Top of the Tomato Tree
There was once a butterfly who was so sad to see
as he couldn't get to the tippity top of the tomato tree.
What is that you say to me?
Tomatoes don't grow on a tree!
'Tis true, I'll grant you, as you're tall
but imagine if you were really, really small?
To you and I it is a plant where tomatoes grow up to your hand
but, should you be small as a bee,
the plant would seem as if a tree.
So now, with tomato trees defined,
we shall return to the butterfly we left behind
who had lofty heights and tastes in mind.
This little butterfly is a poor little thing
it was only born with one little wing.
He cannot follow all of his friends
to the place where yummy tomatoes never end.
When he tries to fly he's found that he spins
and spins
and spins
and spins
and spins
but barely leaves the ground.
He cannot even see the tippity top of the tomato tree.
His baby caterpillar brother, tried to help him with his bother.
"It's easy, don't you see? Just try to follow me!" he said.
His brother butterfly shook his head.
"Place your tummy against the stalk then lift with your legs,
Go for a walk right up to the tippity top!"
The butterfly lifted with all his might but his legs gave way
and he took flight as he could no longer crawl.
As his brother went up, he began to fall.
The tomatoes on top of the tree that day
got further and further and further away.
The next day his friend, the buzzing bee,
came over to help him scale the tree.
"Bzzz get on my back... try not to fall" the bumbling bee remarked.
The butterfly jumped up on his back and on their journey they embarked.
Bzz up Bzz up Bzz up
\ / \ /
Bzz down Bzz down
The bee did fly and the butterfly found that they were getting very high.
Was that a tomato he could see on the tippity top of the tomato tree?
But, alas, his buzzing friend did tire.
He huffed and puffed and huffed and puffed
but could not fly any higher.
The little butterfly was very glum, he just wanted a tomato,
only one, and none were able to help.
They had tried to push the tomatoes down,
for the butterfly to climb, to fly,
to pound the bottom of the tree
to see if one'd come free.
But that dream was not to be.
Then a stranger butterfly came to see
the sad butterfly at the base of the tree.
He looked at her and she at him.
They had both been born with just one wing!
An idea formed inside their brains,
So they stood together, hand in hand
and said goodbye to the solid land.
Flap
They rose up from the ground
Flap flap
They're spinning round and round but gaining height, he felt so free!
Flap flap flap
They're more than half way there, not tired at all in the rushing air.
Flap flap flap flap
What's this? Could it be?
They made it to the top of the tomato tree!
The happy butterfly jumped for joy,
he had wanted to be up there since he was a little boy
(or grub, to you and I).
And now he could fly with his new lady friend,
the exciting adventures might never end.
The tomatoes were big and red and round, much bigger up close than they seemed from the ground.
In the middle of the tree was the greatest tomato of them all
and, guarding it, a bee and a caterpillar who was very small.
They were saving the best tomato for him.
For they knew they would meet him, eventually,
on the tippity top of the tomato tree.