The Green Buttlerfly
Flowers are red;
Violets are blue;
Is there such a thing as a green butterfly?
Yes, 'tis truer than true.
Despite Her invisibility,
Madam Butterfly can see
what you and I can't.
When we cry, curse God, rant
she's always there right beside.
Her omniscience and dependability
is a force to be reckoned with deep inside.
Her graceful flight is effortless;
Her gentle landing is faultless.
She rides like one with the wind,
not caring for a laborious stipend.
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