THE Butterfly, an idle thing,
Nor honey makes, nor yet can sing,
As do the bee and bird;
Nor does it, like the prudent ant,
Lay up the grain for times of want,
A wise and cautious hoard.
My youth is but a summer's day:
Then like the bee and ant I'll lay
A store of learning by;
And though from flower to flower I rove,
My stock of wisdom I'll improve
Nor be a butterfly.
The Butterfly
Ann Taylor
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Poem topics: summer, wisdom, bird, wise, honey, Valentine's Day, youth, butterfly, flower, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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