I see a pretty butterfly
Right there amongst the flowers,
Dancing gently neath the sun,
I could sit right here for hours.
The colours of it's gentle wings,
Its presence makes me smile.
I wonder where it's going next?
On its journey through the miles.
Goodbye sweet butterfly I say with a smile,
Fly high!
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