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peggy sue o king
butterflys friend

There is a butterfly; white and blue.
He lives on a cloud above the trees.
He comes to my flower garden.
He has a friend he likes to see.

She sits among the flowers.
She likes to laugh and play.
They fly around for hours.
I watch on sunny days.

I water flowers in the morning.
I am like the rain.
I look out for the fairy.
My little flower queen.
 

The yellow ones are beautiful,
And violets are so sweet.
Enjoy how lovely this one smells,
But watch out for the bees.

The butterfly's friend sits in my garden,
And watches the flowers grow.
They play, they hide and chase around;
Drink clover nectar too.

She laughs and sings.
He flies with her.
She lives up in a tree.

She reads him books.
She takes a nap.
They dance among the leaves.

The fairy of the flowers,
My little flower queen.
Her favorite flower is a rose;
The fairy with rainbow wings.
 
butterfly close up\  
   

By

Shawn O. King