Little Butterfly

Softer than silk and as warm as warm milk
Light as air and able to fly
Lost songs no bliss while they're waiting for her kiss
Pannonica my butterfly

Fluttering one fair and bright as the Sun
Light as wind embrassing the sky
Colorful wings soft and gaily painted things
Pannonica my butterfly

Like the lovely flowers I'll wait for hours
Just to fell that touch the touch I love so much
One day she'll flutter by and I'll hold out my hand
And capture my butterfly

Delicate things such as butterfly wings
Poets can't describe though they try
Love played the tune while she steps from her cacoon
Pannonica my lovely, lovely little butterfly