Slurper Poem by Ima Ryma

I feel the urge, I don't know why,
As I do flutter through the air
For nectar, so this butterfly
Looks down to ground for flowers there.
Lo and behold blossoms I see
Lovely abloom in pink and white
Beckoning on an apple tree.
I wing my way and do alight
Upon a blossom I do sense
Is full of lots of nectar, yup.
Uncurling my proboscis, whence
I do slurp the sweet nectar up.

When this blossom slurping is done,
I flutter o'er to the next one.