Oh, I don’t want to use a net

My pretty butterfly

To mount in some collector’s set?

To pin your wings, but why?

Not I

I’ll fill this field with irises

Violas by the score

Veronica and roses

Lavender and more

Much more

Coral Bells and candytuft

Armeria and thyme

Marigolds and foxgloves

And lovely columbines

I pray

That you will come to beautify

This little plot of mine

And we shall watch the skies roll by

Our troubles ne’er to mind