Oh! dear butterfly,
Fluttering wings and shy,

Hovering over flower to flower,
Savouring pure nectar;

Frolicsome and kiddish,
Favors at your wish;

Woe! how too  fast
This waxed as past;

Thy wings are tired,
Wry smiles are hired,

Ye crave for freedom,
Fro from this boredom!