Shel Silverstein - Forgotten Language lyrics

Once I spoke the language of the flowers Once I understood each word the caterpillar said Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed. Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets, And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow, Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . . How did it go? How did it go?