'The Flutterbye Garden'

The other butterfly was blue with brown spots everywhere.

Together they floated, spiraled and twirled out in the bright sunlight.

And then one day, from across the way, came a visitor black as night.

The pink butterfly was curious and fluttered down to see.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, as he spread his wings on a tree.

"I'm visiting in your garden," he said. "Do come and play with me."

"I certainly won't," said the pink butterfly. "You're as ugly as can be."

"Neither will I," said the blue butterfly. "You've no pretty spots like me."

The black butterfly fell silent and stayed where he was on the tree.

Then two little girls came out to play, Sally and Alyce Lee.

Bees buzzed stories to morning glories and gentle breezes sang.

While out in the lovely garden, two childish voices rang.

The butterflies were startled and flew high in the air.

They whirled and fluttered and danced and spiraled almost everywhere.

"Look!" cried Alyce, clapping her hands. "The flowers have come alive!"

"Not flowers," sister Sally laughed. "They're only butterflies!"

"They're flutterbyes," the small girl cried. "I'll catch them if I can."

And in and out and round about the garden paths she ran.