Four red admirals
perched up a tree,
wishing they were far away,
under the sea;
one red admiral,
she was called Blanche,
left, tout suite, when she heard the call,
leaving three red admirals sat upon a branch.
One red admiral departed for the coast,
two had gone, two remained,
so neither was the most.
One red admiral headed to the West,
to see if there was an antique shop
that would buy his old string vest.
One red admiral stayed just where he was
until, one day, he flew away –
why? Well, just because.