O little butterfly,
With gauzy wings of blue,
That flutters in the summer air,
So light and free and true!
Its wings are like a rainbow's sheen,
With tints of crimson, gold, and blue,
And as it moves, they seem to be
A living flame of light and hue.
Butterflies are unusually quaint,
They can charm the world's beauty.
Well, their presence is in every mersmerizing paints,
But catching them is not always our duty.
The tiny graceful butterfly
Stared at me for a long time
Did it think as if I'm a giant! ?
Anyway, Never mind as in a matter of seconds,
she resumes her journey of fly!
She has no cares, no sorrows, no pain;
She lives but for a day;
But oh! that I could live like you,
And flutter throughout the day...
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