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.
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