Oh, There’s a butterfly

So gracefully fluttering by

And souring so high

A wonder such beauty can fly


Every little tiny scale

Show us that God cannot fail

Look closer now to see

Each one is perfect wee


Though his life is short

There’s reason for this sort

Then ask God to show you

Why their days are just a few


For miles they will go

And they know it’s all so

Only a little butterfly

But knows that he has to fly


A rolled up tongue

But what all has it done

Coming in and out

So it has it’s honey fun


Oh, yes and those eggs that were laid

All kinds of things happen to them

From them comes the worm

For the purpose that he was made.