I saw the lovely butterfly
It flitted as it fluttered by
I begged it not to be so shy
Yet still it fled, I know not why.
I scanned the skies both high and wide
But that Nonarch Miss could not be spied
As the day stretched on, I sobbed and cried
and felt such emptiness inside
I’ve seldom seen a finer sight
Than that splendid creature in mid flight
I wonder if I look a fright
With the net held in my fists so tight?
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