Butterflies and Marshes Mellow

I dreamt I was a butterfly Dressed up in pink and white I flew over a field of marshes mellow And sprinkled clouds of white Enchanting them into butterflies. A field of butterflies we were Of pretty pink and white Till the sun came out and ran about Melting us back to marshes mellow. I woke up with a flying start And caught a glimpse of my candy jar I opened the lid, and out came a wrapper with butterflies I unwrapped the butterflies and found a marsh mellow.