Blue Belle Poem by Ima Ryma

The butterfly fairy, Blue Belle,
Awakens from long winter's sleep,
In the forest where she does dwell,
In woods so lovely, dark and deep.
She's awakened by butterflies,
Abundant now that it is spring,
Come to where sleeping Blue Belle lies
And cover her, all fluttering.
They gently tickle Blue Belle till
She knows it is time to awake,
For lots of new dreams to fulfill
With magic a fairy does make.

The butterflies' task done, and they
With Blue Belle, all do fly away.