Oh, Butterfly, how do you fly?
Is it natural or does it come on the first try?
Oh, Butterfly, beauty of orange and black,
I always wonder when you'll come back.
Oh, Butterfly, you were once a caterpillar,
But now you're a thing of beauty I can witness from my car.
Oh, Butterfly, I see you dancing on leaves of green,
A serenade that from no other creature can it be seen.
Oh, Butterfly, oh what a sight,
Something you can envision in the day, not the night.
Since only God could have made you,
Which is probably why we see you in the early morning dew.
Oh, Butterfly, don't go away,
Because I want to see you today and not any other day.
You must be a thing of heaven,
For only celestine beings could of thought of such a being.
