Facing up to mounds of trouble
My stomachs flip flops
As I burst the bubble
Carrying over a world of trouble
Transformation must come
Fight it I will not
Time is my master
Though I ask it to go faster
Yet faster
Facing up to mounds of trouble
My stomachs flip flops
As I burst the bubble
Carrying over a world of trouble
Transformation must come
Fight it I will not
Time is my master
Though I ask it to go faster
Yet faster
Little Wren 