TO A BUTTERFLY

Dominion, Volume 23, Issue 80, 28 December 1929, Page 24

TO A BUTTERFLY

I’d love to be a butterfly A-flitting in the sun, With ne’er a care and ne’er a sigh To mar the morning’s fun. I’d gaily flit from flower to flower, Sipping honey sweet, In many a' rose in lady’s bower I’d dip my dainty feet. And when the midday sun was strong A leaf would shade my wings, And there I’d listen to the song The happy skylark sings. I’d love to fly o’er hill and dale, And breathe the calm sweet air, Whilst looking down o’er all the vale, I’d see the country fair I’d love to be a butterfly, 1 With gaily coloured wing, To fan and fold and rival all The flowers of the spring. —Doreen Steuart, Wanganui.

Janet Betts, 104 South Road, Masterton, would like Suzanne Riddiford to write to her.