My, oh my,
The butterflies have died,
No longer inside,
They could not stay alive,
They tried,
Oh jeez did they put up a fight.
They are now gone,
I'm no longer their pawn,
I am now free,
To do what I please,
The butterflies have died,
No longer alive,
Without so much as goodbye.
They all declustered,
Looking feeble and flustered,
And one by one they all went away,
And I'm sad to say,
They'll probably come back someday.
