Post by sojourn4 on Sept 29, 2011 15:32:18 GMT -6
Butterfly on my shoe
The butterfly on my shoe, has his own point of view
His wings changing their hue, with effortless picks of motion
Flying up and down, without any thought or notion
I try to say, hey get out of the way
But he just ignores me, and seems content to stay
Come on you get off my shoe, I don’t have time to play
Fine then stay, but as long as you’re on my shoe
I’m going to take a picture of you
And somehow he knows what that means
He is a butterfly, not a shutter bug like me
And flies away, too shy now to stay
All right I say, I’ll see you again someday
His wings changing their hue, with effortless picks of motion
Flying up and down, without any thought or notion
I try to say, hey get out of the way
But he just ignores me, and seems content to stay
Come on you get off my shoe, I don’t have time to play
Fine then stay, but as long as you’re on my shoe
I’m going to take a picture of you
And somehow he knows what that means
He is a butterfly, not a shutter bug like me
And flies away, too shy now to stay
All right I say, I’ll see you again someday