by Kathleen Mary Easmon (1891 - 1924)

Sweet baby butterfly
Language: English 
Sweet baby butterfly,
I love to see you flutter by
High o'er my head,
With soft white wings outspread.

I love to chase you round about,
Which is great fun, without a doubt,
   And I know you do not mind,
For I am just a Baby too,
And so you see 'twould never do
   For me to be unkind.

And shall I whisper this to you,
The laughing wind doth chase me too,
To make me run,
While flow'rs enjoy the fun.


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This text was added to the website: 2021-01-15
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