Little Green / Wait Till You See Her / The Inch Worm

Born with the moon in cancer
Choose her a name she will answer to
Call her green for the winters cannot fade her
Call her green for the children who made her
Little green, be a gypsy dancer

He went to California
Hearing that everything's warmer there
So you write him a letter and say, ""her eyes are blue.""
He sends you a poem and she's lost to you
Little green, he's a non-conformer

Just a little green
Like the color when the spring is born
There'll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow
Just a little green
Like the nights when the northern lights perform
There'll be icicles and birthday clothes
And sometimes there'll be sorrow

Wait 'til you see her
See how she looks
Wait 'til you hear her laugh
Painters of paintings
Writers of books
Never could tell the half

Wait 'til you feel
The warmth of her glance
Pensive and sweet and wise
All of it lovely
All of it thrilling
Ill never be willing to free her
When you see her
You wont believe your eyes

Child with a child pretending
Weary of lies you are sending home
So you sign all the papers in the family name
You're sad and you're sorry, but you're not ashamed
Little green, have a happy ending

Just a little green
Like the color when the spring is born
There'll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow
Just a little green
Like the nights when the northern lights perform
There'll be icicles and birthday clothes
And sometimes there'll be sorrow

When you see her
You won't believe your eyes

Two and two are four
Four and four are eight
That's all you have in your business-like mind

Two and two are four
Four and four are eight
How can you be so blind

Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigolds
You and your arithmetic
You'll probably go far

Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigolds
Seems to me you'd stop and see
How beautiful you are, beautiful

Two, four, six, eight
How can you be so blind?
Two and two are four
Four and four are eight
That's all you have in mind

Measuring the marigolds
You'll probably go far
Inchworm, inchworm
How beautiful you are"