Sit on my chin,
Your wings are like tinsel,
So yellow and thin.
Butterfly, butterfly,
Give me a kiss;
If you give me a dozen
There’s nothing amiss.
Butterfly, butterfly,
Off to the flowers,
Wee, soulless sprite
Of the long summer hours.
Butterfly, Butterfly |
Sit on my chin, Your wings are like tinsel, So yellow and thin. Butterfly, butterfly, Give me a kiss; If you give me a dozen There’s nothing amiss. Butterfly, butterfly, Off to the flowers, Wee, soulless sprite Of the long summer hours. |