My Pretty Butterfly

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

Yet whirling wind that brought you near

Can carry you away

Can carry you away, my dear

So how to make you stay?

I say

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

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