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BUTTERFLY

Butterfly, butterfly,

Sit on my chin,

Your wings are like tinsel,

So yellow and thin.

 

Butterfly, butterfly,

Give me a kiss;

If you give me a dozen

There's nothing amiss.

Butterfly, butterfly,

Off to the flowers, —

Wee, soulless sprite

Of the long summer hours.

 

[NOTES] This rhyme is said when a child sees a butterfly. The child calls the butterfly to come close and sit on her.

chin—part of the face below the mouth

tinsel—silver pieces put on a christmas tree

amiss—wrong

wee—little

soulless—without a spirit

sprite—fairy