There is a kind of butterfly
Who alights at night
And brings pleasure for a time
To lovers of rhyme.
And these butterflies
They go with day,
Although they may
Be caught in rhyme
And live on
When they are gone.
There is a kind of butterfly
Who alights at night
And brings pleasure for a time
To lovers of rhyme.
And these butterflies
They go with day,
Although they may
Be caught in rhyme
And live on
When they are gone.
Beautiful butterflies flitting in and out of my life,
Here,for a moment, then gone in a trice.
An interlude of pleasure, thence you hurry away,
Lovely creature will you not stay?