Blue Butterfly

A shy little caterpillar looked at the sky.

He hugged a leaf stem and he gave a big sigh.

The sky and the stem didn't make a reply;He didn't understand and he didn't know why.

He hid from the blue jays so quick and so sly.
He hid from the chipmunk so swift and so spry.He hid from the ant family living close by."Please, tell us, caterpillar, why are you shy?Please, little caterpillar, try not to cry.""

I'll try," said the caterpillar, "but I am shy,I would not be shy if I could just fly.I know what I'm going to do by and by:I will spin a fine bed and I'll then say good-bye."

A little wind sang him a sweet lullaby.And when he woke up. his wet wings were dry.

The shy little caterpillar whispered, "Good-bye."He flew to the sky and was no longer shy Because he had changed to a blue butterfly...
(and did you notice there are lots of (shy) bleu butterflies in Spring!)

1 comment:

Ulla said...

L O V E L Y . . .