Without a Hat

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?