Mulberry Trees And Butterflies

Oh Mourning Cloak butterfly, to where and to whom do you fly Oh Admiral Butterfly, so many mirrors to count before you die Oh Jezebel Nymph I love the way you sit on a summer's love flower by a pipturus mulberry tree, where love blooms without cower Oh silkworms of beauty eating mulberry leaves, thick as thieves spinning cocoons warm as rain by a mountain of mulberry leaves! Oh Monarchs, you with your autumnal colored wings of flaming geest I love the way you flit around the mulberry tree like angels at a feast Oh Mulberry tree how majestic thou art, standing by the rivers edge it is here that I stand in beauty like the sun, taking my last pledge.