Silkworm, silkworm, spin a fine thread

To make a silk coverlet for my little bed.

     Silk for pyjamas - silk dressing gown too.

     Work little silkworm, there’s plenty to do.

 

Silkworm, silkworm, tuck into your leaf.

Your silk makes strong fibre beyond our belief.

     Your hard working body spins a cocoon

     Of shimmering filaments that glow like the moon.

 

Silkworm, silkworm, work through the night.

Spin luxurious silk that’s as sheer as the light.

     Spin silk that is strong with a satin-like touch.

     Oh thank you small silkworm, thank you so much.

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