Butterfly …
Butterfly …

Orange and black, bright dusty wing
Flutter through fields where the summer birds sing
Blown like a paper, hour by hour
Over the grass, from flower to flower
Butterfly …
Butterfly …

When flowers close and darkness grows deep …
When children run home and stars start to peep …
When it is nighttime, where do you sleep, butterfly?

Butterfly …

(?), soft as a rose

Rest on my hand; open and close

(??)

Tell me the secret; I have to know
(?)
When the moon rises, where do you go?
Where do you go?
Butterfly …
Butterfly …
Butterfly …
Butterfly …
Butterfly …
Butterfly!