forgotten language by shel silverstein

Once I spoke the language of 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?