Butterfly

You are like a butterfly, You flutter here, you flutter there, Just like a butterfly You flutter everywhere And where you come to rest, That's where I want to be My pretty little butterfly. To cage a butterfly or clip it's wings Is not the thing to do As I know you see that butterflies are free And they are all the more beautiful because they are free. But to be where a butterfly comes to rest, Who could ask for more, Except a fool who is too blind to see How beautiful a butterfly can be, Especially one that is free to be what it wants to be