the butterfly fluttered by and settled on a flower. i took no heed, there was no need, to see a thing on a flower. but there it stayed, and didnt fly, it wasnt scared of me. i never touched lest it screamed and fleed, i just looked with admiring eyes. soon it came apparent, it turned into a fruit; the apple of my eye. i knew not to touch, that might be too much, i just protected it from birds and bees. for it was a friend but still so near yet so far. if anyone made her fly away, or made her cry, i'll float over like a butterfly and sting like a bee. and today, still i look, careful not to scare, and to approach i do not dare. then what next i have no idea, let's just wait and see; i do not want that butterfly to turn into a bee and hurt me.
nursery rhyme!