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Just as the butterfly, child of an hour, 



Flutters about in the hght of the suu. 

 Wandering wayward fi'om flower to flower, 



Sipping the honey from all, one by one ; 

 So does the fanciful verse I've created 



Love 'mongst the experts in Science to roam. 

 Drinking their spirit without being sated, 



Bringing the sweets of their intellect home. 



