BUTTERFLY FLOWERS 



The gardener says they 



are only sweet peas, 

 With petals, not butter- 

 fly wings, in the 



breeze : 

 But then he is busy, and 



how can he be- 

 So sure about things he has no time to see? 



I tell you if I were a butterfly gay 



I'd fly to the sweet peas each bright summer 



day; 

 Choose a new pair of wings 



when tired, you know, 

 Then back to the sunshiny 



meadows I'd go. 



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