Pascal kept a notebook tucked inside his coat
He drew a little question mark beside each boat
Why does the moon follow us past the old mill pond?
Why do ants march home before the rain comes on?
He asked the baker, asked the crow
Asked the creek where cold winds go
Every answer opened up a door
And Pascal was looking for one more
Oh, Pascal, curious Pascal
With a pocket full of why
You can find a whole new world
In a puddle by the rye
Oh, Pascal, keep on asking
Let your questions lead the way
There’s a thousand things to wonder
In an ordinary day
He watched a seedling lift its head beside the fence
Then built a paper telescope to study clouds’ immense
He asked his granddad how the hills were made of stone
And learned the oldest mountain still has stories of its own
He asked the sparrow, asked the snow
Asked the train where tracks might go
Every answer opened up a door
And Pascal was looking for one more
Oh, Pascal, curious Pascal
With a pocket full of why
You can find a whole new world
In a puddle by the rye
Oh, Pascal, keep on asking
Let your questions lead the way
There’s a thousand things to wonder
In an ordinary day
One clear night he found a beetle
Turning circles by the gate
He held his little lantern low
And watched it navigate
No grand discovery, no crown
Just wonder on the ground
He wrote, “The smallest things can make
The biggest thoughts come round”
Oh, Pascal, curious Pascal
With a pocket full of why
You can find a whole new world
In a puddle by the rye
Oh, Pascal, keep on asking
Let your questions lead the way
There’s a thousand things to wonder
In an ordinary day
Pascal shut his notebook
Then opened it once more
A question in the morning
And a question by the door
