Butterfly butterfly, flying here and there; Stopping for a second, again flying everywhere... What is your hurry? What do you fear? As the butterfly rests itself on a flower, I look to see what is on your beautiful wing; Could this be?... "Oh no"! A sticker? Who would do such a thing? I would take it off but I would not want to tear your wing; So I'm afraid pretty butterfly it's part of your ware; Soaring through the air, she still struts her stuff; As I watch and admire her, SHE GOES ON AS SHE MUST;
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