Little Green Butterfly

There once was a little green butterfly

And he was the most beautiful green

Was he red – no

Was he orange – no

Was he lilac – no

Was he indigo – no

Was he fuschia – no

Was he green – yes!

The most beautiful green that you ever have seen and he flittered and fluttered away.

He lived in an emerald garden,

Where his friends were all patterned and striped

Was he stripy – no

Was he zigzagged – no

Was he speckled – no

Was he spotty – no

Was he checkered – no

Was he green – yes!

The most beautiful green that you ever have seen and he flittered and fluttered away.

Then one day, a horned toad stretching his legs

Caught sight of the butterfly flitting and said,

“I don’t mean to pry, I don’t mean to offend,

but why aren’t you pretty like all of your friends?”

Then he hopped down the road while the butterfly cried,

To see all of his friends in their brilliant suits:

They had stripes, they had spots, they had flair, he had not.

He was plain and his friends heard him say,

“I’m a dull little butterfly all dressed in green.

The plainest old butterfly you’ve ever seen.

I can flut, I can flit, does it help, not one bit.

I’m a butterfly without a theme.”

And his friends cried, “NO!”

They looked at him.

He looked at them.

“I want to be like you,” he said.

“We want to be like you,” they said.

Are you patchwork – no

Are you polka dot – no

Do your spots jar – no

Do your stripes clash – no

Are you ugly – no

Are you beautiful – yes!

The most beautiful green that we ever have seen

And we’re not telling lies, and we’re not being mean

And the butterfly smiled as his friends crowded round

Then they flittered and fluttered away.