A butterfly! I wonder why
She floats and flutters in the breeze
With such an unaffected ease!
Has she got somewhere else to be?
I’d like to follow, if I may –
Your Majesty will lead the way –
And I, your humble servant, pray
Today shall be our special day!
I’ve always wanted coloured wings
Or at the least, some coloured things
Since bright and glittering colour brings
Such gaiety to all who fly!
Of course, I am not prone to soar –
Though now you mention, have I tried?
The sky is oh so blue and wide
And you could be my learned guide!
Oh yes, my friend, oh what a notion!
That I could take on upward motion
With just one avian promotion
And glide across the mighty ocean!
Oh dear – fret not – you have misheard –
Of course I wouldn’t be a bird!
A butterfly would be preferred –
The monarch of the skies, and more.
O butterfly, I am contrite.
I thought we would be best of friends
But obviously this is the end –
Unless, perhaps, I