The sun is shining, the birds are singing,
And there you all are, just fluttering around.
Flying up, flying down, and going every which way,
It's like you're saying "Hello, it's good to see you."
Flitter flutter, flitter flutter,
I'm just standing here watching you fly.
I could go and come back,
And you would still be here.
Are you flying or are you dancing now,
Or are they both the same to you?
Doing the things you do, with nary a sigh.
It feels good to watch you, my little white butterflies.
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