Its May Its May Its May Its May
Butterfly faerie glided into the fray
Stopped in the middle, so merry and gay
The monarchs were dancing, twisting away
Everyone looked excited on this pretty day.
It’s May! It’s May! It’s May! It’s May! It’s May!
Butterfly faerie felt enthusiastic, full of play.
The merry moths were doing a fancy sashay.
It was a festival designed especially for the fey.
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