Sometimes I'm alone, Sitting on my very own, Trying to find a simple kind of clue. And I would like to know, Why the Doozers move me so, Doing all the things that Doozers do. Why do caterpillars crawl? Why is there a sky? Why is there a world at all? And why do I ask why? Here I go again. Why do questions never end? What keeps callin' all day long to me? Secrets come and go. I know we're not the only ones. Sometimes magic, sometimes only me. Why do caterpillars crawl? Why is there a sky? Why is there a world at all? Any why do I ask why?