- Singing Caterpillar: [while climbing Pluto's tail, and spinning himself into a cocoon] Oh, little underslung friend so furry, / Wriggling by without a worry, / Hurry, hurry, hurry, lest thou be late, / To thy prearranged fate. / Oh, spin, spin, spin without questioning, / Spin thy cloak for evolutioning, / Hang, hang in suspended animation, / 'Til comes the call for alteration.