Once there came a butterfly in my room,
belive it or not it made a big boom,
I tied chasing it with a broom,
Because it made me feel gloom.
For some reason it liked sitting on my bed,
And then hopped and sat on my head,
Then it sat on a box that is red,
That made tears on my eyes shed.
When I gave it a very big stare,
It went down and sat on my chair
And gave me back a big glare,
I felt it was a nightmare.
It sat in the chair and flapped it's wings,
To show off it's pretty colors and rings,
I wish I had a crown like thing,
That would make it sit there like a king.
