The butterfly from flower to flower
The urchin chas-d; and, when at last
He caught it in my lady-s bower,
He cried, -Ha, ha!â? and held it fast.
Awhile he laugh-d, but soon he wept,
When looking at the prize he-d caught
He found he had to ruin swept
The very glory he had sought
The Butterfly
Joseph Skipsey
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