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

[Little Green:] Born with a 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, arise a blue He sends you a poem, and she's lust 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 Till You See Her:] Wait till' you see her, see how she looks Wait till' you hear her laugh Painters of paintings, writers of books Never could tell the [?] Wait till' you feel the warmth of her glance Pensive and sweet and wise All of it lovely, all of it thrilling I'll never be willing to free, her When you see her You won't 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 sang in your sorry, but you're not ashamed [Little Green:] 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 [Wait Till You See Her:] When you see her You won't believe your eyes [The Inch Worm:] Two and two are four Four and four are eight That's all you had in your business-like mind Two and two are four Four and four are eight How can you be so blind? Inch worm, inch worm Measuring the marigolds You and your arithmetic You'll probably go far Inch worm, inch worm 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 [Outro:] Measuring the marigolds You'll probably go far Inch worm, inch worm How beautiful, you are