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A poem about butterflies? Who can resist that? Read this poem, and you'll blow away! |
A butterfly is swift as wind, Great beauty that I treasure, Some think it dull, and boring yet, Too small to weigh or measure. With royal wings, it soars about, Stopping at flower to flower; Oh butterfly, oh butterfly, you seem to be a tower. You spread your wings and fly around, but when the night comes creeping, You fly back to your cozy nest. All butterflies need sleeping. |