Hey little butterfly, where did you come from?
Dancing in the meadow playing in the sun!

Hovering over flowers in the warm summer breeze
Silently making music with your wings as they tease.

Flitting high, flitting low,
through the garden gates you go
Until the perfect flower comes
to make your day in the sun

Free to linger, free to fly,
Free to mingle with the sky,
never showing you are shy
Just free to be a butterfly!

Hey little child, what do you know?
Before I could be free, I had to learn to grow

A wee little caterpillar with fur upon my back
The smallest little rock would seem a mighty stack

Crawling high, crawling low
Through the tallest weeds I'd go
Until I reached the next plateau
Safe and sound from the world below

Then my task had begun
Spinning my cocoon was work not fun.
Patiently forming in the sun
Until my silken pad was done.

Hey little butterfly, how'd you break free
Bound in your cocoon on a branch of a tree?

Well little child, in time I grew
My wings formed around me as my life became new
Changing from a caterpillar was work that's true
But when I emerged away I flew

 
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