Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I was born beneath the brambles, with the grass above my head,

And a very useful instinct that said, “Hide, or end up dead.”

Every mouthful was a mission, every clearing was a test,

And the roots became familiar where I curled up for a rest.

Slowly legs grew long and steady; slowly squeaks became a roar,

Till the roots that used to hide me couldn’t hide me anymore.

I had hours of good decisions. I was finally fit to win—

Then I heard a distant scuffle,

And decided to join in.

[Pre-Chorus]

“I can take him,” I said proudly.

Then his friends came into view.

I had planned on one opponent.

He’d invited quite a few.

[Chorus]

Tiny again, with the grass overhead,

So much for all of those brave things I said!

Hours of growing, one moment of pride—

Back to a bush and a good place to hide!

Tiny again, but I’m back on my feet,

Less of a terror and more of a treat!

Lost all my thunder, but one thing is true:

I’ve got a whole lot of growing to do!

[Verse 2]

I remember being mighty. I remember standing tall.

Now a puddle has a shoreline and a fern’s a fortress wall.

I’ve got very little body and an awful lot to say,

But my terrifying warning makes a beetle walk away.

Then a shadow falls beside me, and a voice says, “Look at you!

I was saving you some supper. Guess a mouthful now will do.”

They settle down beside me, keeping watch beneath the trees,

And my little world feels safer with their breathing on the breeze.

[Chorus]

Tiny again, with the grass overhead,

So much for all of those brave things I said!

Hours of growing, one moment of pride—

Back to a bush and a good place to hide!

Tiny again, but I’m back on my feet,

Less of a terror and more of a treat!

Lost all my thunder, but one thing is true:

I’ve got a whole lot of growing to do!

[Bridge]

For a moment, all those hours

Felt like time I’d thrown away.

Then you nudged a little supper

To the spot where I still lay.

Now there’s warmth beneath the branches,

Now there’s someone waiting near,

And I finish off my mouthful.

“All right, then. I’m still here.”

[Verse 3]

Little bites and little footsteps, little naps beneath the fern,

With a few familiar lessons I apparently must learn.

I can wait to shake the valley. I can wait to own the view.

For tonight, this bush is roomy,

And there’s supper here with you.

[Final Chorus]

Tiny again, with the grass overhead,

Still here to laugh at those brave things I said!

Hours of growing, one moment of pride—

Back to a bush with a friend at my side!

Tiny again, but I’m back on my feet,

Less of a terror and more of a treat!

Lost all my thunder, but here next to you,

I’ve got a whole lot of growing to do!