Yes Michal, I see your flutterby

Yes Michal, I see your flutterby

Flying low not up in the sky

Fluttering by in a sea of green

Darting quickly and rarely seen

If it had landed on your tablecloth

I would be able to see if it’s a moth!

Ah, a Pieris Rapae I believe

Not a moth, I was deceived

Looking for a nice green cabbage

Another favourite of Mr Babbage

Beautiful wings bent in flight

Trying hard to gain some height

Not quite yellow more off white

But always ever a child’s delight

This poem is about: 
Our world



Yes Michal, I see your flutterby is a simple poem, just silly ryhmes about a photo of a butterfly darting as butterflies do.

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