Alice Recites In Wonderland

Why doth the little butterfly flitter here and there And Flap its flitting silken wings, beating through the air Living for a day as such, this butterfly knows no lie, And this creature must know, it shall of course soon die. It cannot stop its place in the world and doesnt live in strife For already it knows nothing shall stop this tragedy of life. For beauty lasts a moments gasp before it flits away And like a butterfly, it dies at the end of the day