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?