The Butterflies - Poem by Ruth Walters
Lulu loved the butterflies,
she'd try to pick them up.
They were so full of colour
she couldn't get enough.
Lulu had a little plan,
each butterfly she'd take
and stow them in her daddy's shed
so that they'd not escape!
She collected quite a few, she did,
she had to be so slick,
placing them inside the shed
she closed the door real quick.
All night long she dreamed of them,
she was so excited
but when her daddy saw it all
he wasn't so delighted.
All the butterflies had died,
they'd lost their pretty colours!
Lulu, she broke down and cried
and ran to find her mother.
'Mummy, ' begged wee Lulu
'please fetch a bowl of milk? '
She hurried back to see them
full of terrible guilt.
Laying the bowl upon the ground
and trying not to spill it,
she took each butterfly to the milk,
hoping it would drink it!
Of course no butterflies revived,
they only live a little while.
So Lu' collected dandelions
and put them on the windowsill.
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