There once was a butterfly,
who didnt know why,
she thought she couldnt fly.
She thinks of the day that she'll be dead,
so she lays her head down on a soft, comfy bed,
to please the thoughts that are running through her head.
She waits for the night,
to fly out of sight,
just like a runaway kite.
She made her way to flight,
but she dropped and the rope tied tight,
and thats how the little butterfly died. |