Agreeing On Butterflies
Three sage faeries crept out of the tall grasses of the Avalon
The air was ripe with dew, it was the beginning of fawn
How many butterflies shall we grace the meadow with today?
They debated this solemnly, it was their assignment in May.
Sixteen monarchs, a dewberry wing, and Luna moths one suggested.
That is way too many for Avalon, the oldest faerie protested.
How many do you think? The youngest one asked with a wink.
They agreed to ten monarchs, a dew wing and one Luna moth – pink.
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