Butterflies, Oh, Butterflies Butterflies, Oh, Butterflies,
Your beauty is so rare.
Butterflies, Oh, butterflies, How could anyone dare.
to catch you and to hold you against your solemn will?
They should just admire you and let you have your fill.
Of flitting here and flitting there, gathering up your daily fare
of nectars from the flowers bright,from early morning until night.
Butterflies, beautiful butterflies, with so many colours rare,
it hurts my heart when one dies, Yet, does anyone truly care?
For butterflies, butterflies, you represent new birth,
from chrysalis until you die, you beautify the earth.
Thank you, lovely butterflies.
My Own ❤