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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