Braggart Butterfly
Soaring swift and high is brave Butterfly,
believing really he's lord of the sky;
one sunny day, he thinks he is able
to bully an actual full-sized eagle
who looks to him as a nervous dummy
with neither fire nor guts in his tummy,
a push over wimpy, vulnerable
to assaults and pretty much unable
to duck his jab or kick, his straight or cross;
and so he boldly flips and flaps across
the quiet bird's unperturbed countenance
with butterly's daring self-confidence.
And when the sky is brightly azure blue,
a truly pissed off eagle must make do,
flying long and real tired without a snack,
with a butterfly in his..burp..stomach!
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