The Moth and the Butterfly
Oh pretty butterfly dancing in the flowers
Where did you find your yellow dress
Painted with many colours?
Am I not the same as you?
Although a little different
My wings are white and I fly at night
Among the sleeping hours
Oh how I long to smell the scent of pollen in the spring
And fly like you under the sun
And feel light upon my wings
Is not the night a pretty place?
Said the butterfly in answer
Only in my dreams I see the stars twinkle like a dancer
And what of the moon?
Who changes shape, depending on the tide
It’s me who’s lost, so worry not
My yellow dress would wither in the night
I know what to do, said the Moth
Flapping wings in twilight rapture
Let’s have a race and change our place, living happily ever after
You fly to the moon
And then you’ll find
Your wings, from yellow to white will be
I’ll try to catch the sun and soon
A yellow dress will cover me
And so in dark of night and light of day
They flew high above the wind
One turned to frost, the other dust
And yes a change was made;
T'was a wry smile upon death's face
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