Last night I whispered to the moon and asked if she could lend me her stars as I want to search where you have gone my beloved little sproutling. It's hard on your dear mother. She doesn't know you have ran off to dear sweet little sproutling. You must have seen her hovering the skies in desperate search. O sproutling, where could you have gone? Your mother went up the mountains, swam the seven seas, explored the jungles, jumped in quick sand, went up to the heavens & asked if you happened to drop by, went down to Hades and asked if you went for a stroll there, checked every house, every family, every little sproutling she sees to the very corners of the world. Tired, sad & weary, with you still nowhere in sight, your mother sits to rest with tears rolling down her cheeks. O sproutling, where could you have gone? A shadow appeared from behind & covered your mother's eyes. Your mother cried a sea as she touched those little hands that covers her eyes. Little sproutling, where have you gone? Your mother was worried sick & searched for you to the ends of the world. How your mother loves you so. Please little sproutling, don't ever do that again. Your mother almost thought she had lost you. It will hurt her so bad that she doesn't know what she'll do if she never found you. O sproutling, how your mother loves you so.