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I said “Hello!’ to the butterfly,

as the butterfly fluttered by;

but the butterfly did not say ‘Hi!’,

as he, or she, just fluttered by;

perhaps, I thought, I am an idiot,

or some such likewise thing.

I have been told

that a butterfly

has six eyes;

however, ‘Biuititieirfily’ is, obviously, quite wrong.

Billy Butterfly

liked a flutter,

a gambling butterfly was he;

Billy Butterfly

liked to flutter

to the bookies

at a quarter to three;

where he’d place a bet

on ‘Mother’s Pride’

or ‘Wingin’ It’

or the like;

and Billy Butterfly

often won

the attention of a cashier

named Brie.

Both being of a type,

they dated and flew,

as a pair of courting Flutterbys

are apt to do.

Billy gave up gambling,

and they both settled down,

spending their days

just skimming the hedgerows

on the outskirts of town.

“What is in it for me?”

said the Butterfly,

“And why are you calling I—

sorry, why are you calling me

a Butterflea Fly?

when I am obviously, a butterfly flea—

oh, now you’re confusing me…

I am

a butterfly;

but, really, I should be called

a flutterby,

do you see?”