Born with the moon in cancer Choose her a name she will answer to Call her green for the winters cannot fade her Call her green for the children who made her Little green, be a gypsy dancer He went to California Hearing that everything's warmer there So you write him a letter and say, "her eyes are blue." He sends you a poem and she's lost to you Little green, he's a non-conformer Just a little green Like the color when the spring is born There'll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow Just a little green Like the nights when the northern lights perform There'll be icicles and birthday clothes And sometimes there'll be sorrow Wait 'til you see her See how she looks Wait 'til you hear her laugh Painters of paintings Writers of books Never could tell the half Wait 'til you feel The warmth of her glance Pensive and sweet and wise All of it lovely All of it thrilling I'll never be willing to free her When you see her You won't believe your eyes Child with a child pretending Weary of lies you are sending home So you sign all the papers in the family name You're sad and you're sorry, but you're not ashamed Little green, have a happy ending Just a little green Like the color when the spring is born There'll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow Just a little green Like the nights when the northern lights perform There'll be icicles and birthday clothes And sometimes there'll be sorrow When you see her You won't believe your eyes Two and two are four Four and four are eight That's all you have in your business-like mind Two and two are four Four and four are eight How can you be so blind Inchworm, inchworm Measuring the marigolds You and your arithmetic You'll probably go far Inchworm, inchworm Measuring the marigolds Seems to me you'd stop and see How beautiful you are, beautiful Two, four, six, eight How can you be so blind? Two and two are four Four and four are eight That's all you have in mind Measuring the marigolds You'll probably go far Inchworm, inchworm How beautiful you are