Butterfly, butterfly there on that stump.
Admiring yourself in that peace of glass.
Think yourself high on that little old stump.
Butterfly, butterfly where are you going?
Are you late for a ball,
Or perhaps,
Going to the mall?
Butterfly, butterfly I follow your trail,
To a hollow tree.
But there you stop at the entrance,
You just stop.
Butterfly, butterfly why have you stopped?
Then to my surprise,
You transformed in front of my very eyes.
Butterfly, butterfly you're turning human!
Your wings folding into a wonderful dress,
Antennae turning into long black hair.
Butterflies, butterflies all in one room.
Dancing so lovely, in their robes and dresses
For everyone to see.
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