Butterfly, butterfly, where do you go?…
Butterfly, butterfly, where do you go?
Over the flowers, high and low?
Your wings are painted, orange and blue,
With dots of black and speckles too.
Once you were a caterpillar small,
Crawling, munching, leaf and all.
Now you float on the summer air,
Beautiful beyond compare.
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