Fly little monarch butterfly, go head first to the sky
Praying that you will not die, yet as you try to survive
You realize that real eyes see real lies
Oh my oh my don't go, just hold me and love me with your heart of gold
You are bold or so I was told
Losing grip as you slip into a pit of tricks
That's what you get the white rabbit said
Alive or dead learn learn to take bread and never dread
Praying that you will not die, yet as you try to survive
Fly little monarch butterfly, go head first to the sky
