BUTTERFLY

Flying high up in the sky

Is the simple butterfly.

Colored for a masquerade

In every gorgeous color shade.

Watch him dance up in the air

Soaring high or diving low,

Going to and fro.

He flutters and flies high up in the sky

Going wherever he wants.

I love to see him whenever the sun shines

But wonder, yes wonder where he goes

When the sun goes away and the rain starts to flow

I never see him, never at all

But I hope that he’s all right.

Somewhere safe and somewhere warm

Locked up tight for the night.