Little butter fly
Fly up to the sky
Go into the clouds
hide away your wings
Once you where a catapiler
Ugly as can be
Now you fly on silver wings
In a clear blue sky
Fying down to greet a flower
land on a pretty petal
CHOMP!
Little butterfly becomes
lunch for the cat...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem