I run to the hillside,
To see what I can see.
A yellow speckled pair of wings
Is flying straight towards me.
It rests on the flowers
While folding up its wings.
Then lifts and swirls into the sky
Soon flying right past me!
Butterfly, soft butterfly,
Won't you land on me?
Butterfly, soft butterfly,
Won't you land on Me?
I call out so softly,
Please, won't you be my friend?"
But little wings just wave good-bye
While twirling in the wind.
| Butterfly, soft butterfly,
Won't you land on me?
Butterfly, soft butterfly,
Won't you land on Me?
I only want to see you,
Won't do you any harm.
Just want to feel the tickle,
As you land on my arm.
Butterfly, soft butterfly,
Won't you land on me?
Butterfly, soft butterfly,
Won't you land on me?
Then I stand very still
And to my delight,
Butterfly lands on me!
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