by
Hannah
knew a little butterfly
She came to me from in the sky
Why she came to me I do know
You, see she knew an Eskimo
The Eskimo was her best friend
But she had to leave her in the end
She said "Let me go south, please,
My little wings soon will freeze
She flew threw the snow and the ice
Said she "Texas sounds rather nice"
So she landed here, in my own yard.
Her landing though, was rather hard
She asked to sleep in my own room
I said yes and she flew zoom!
Into the window of my room
Smack! My butterfly, now ,
Did not have a large head
Not much room for a very big brain
Oh, well, she'll wash off in the rain
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