Metamorphosis by Reed Whittemore Lyrics

The little self and big self walked in the wood,
As in a play.
The big self was wary; he knew that the wood
Did dabble in selves in its pastoral way

But the little self, the child,
Little knowing the trying and testing of selves by the woods,
Lusted for sylvan simplicities, and said to the big self,
"Man, could I buy these goods?"

So the big self, very mature, said we'd have to ponder,
And excused himself and went and sat in an empty spot,
And looked high in the pine trees and low in
the pine roots,
And returned at length and queried, "How much
have you got?"

The child allowed he had ten or twelve bucks in
his pocket
For such woodland wild -
To whom should he make his offer? And the big
self murmured,
"To the child, child. "