[Verse] On the floor a spider Knitting herself boots In a little bottle A snail puts on his suit [Verse 2] I saw in the sky A honey fly with a flair He pinched on his guitar Sweet music in the air [Chorus] Bugs and boots and flying tunes A world so small where joy balloons Tiny acts in tiny lands Life is bright with all our friends [Verse 3] A confused rat was there Sounding the Angelus chime To the sound of the brass band A perfect rhythm in time [Verse 4] Ants marching in a line Beetles have their own parade Dressed up in their finest gear By the pond they serenade [Bridge] Micro worlds that we ignore Full of wonder at our door If we take the time to see How they play in harmony
