The Flutterby, by Rangr Subscribe to rss feed for Rangr

I had some butter,
On it sat a fly,
Now I was thinking of butter flies.
Some Violet, some blue,
some of them orange and yellow too.
He, the artist, well he dabbed,
Some exotic colors and made the monarch,
King of them all,Those winged moths!
Posted: 2009-05-30 15:49:33 UTC

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