Nancy Chambers (1944)
What a beautiful sunny day!
I want to fly away and play
There’s a butterfly that looks just like me
Copying my every move, exactly
Fluttering up and fluttering down
As we fly around and around.
Come let’s fly towards the sun
Wait! Why am I the only one?
I don’t understand at all
We had so much fun at the gazing ball.
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