Yesterday a butterfly
came floating gently through the sky.
He soared up through the atmosphere
then drifted close enough to hear.

I said, "I'd love to fly with you
and sail around the way you do.
It looks like it would be such fun
to fly up toward the summer sun.

But I have not your graceful charm.
I haven't wings, just these two arms.
I've been designed to walk around.
My human feet must touch the ground.
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