Oh Lovely Butterfly

 

A ruckus flight, the butterfly

A most jerky path, both up and down

How does it focus straight ahead

That is no way to get around,

Had I a seat on such a flight

I’d buckle up, both criss and cross

I’d never sleep throughout the night

My cookies, I would surely toss.

Thank you, no.  I think I’ll walk

I cannot choose that way to die,

Hanging on while throwing up

Upon a lovely butterfly.