Oh my room is quite the mess,
How will I ever find a way to clean it all?
I know mom and dad are rather upset,
But I want to play outside with the butterflies small!
How will I ever clean this mess,
With my imagination on the oak tree so tall?
I can already feel the breeze on my neck,
With my glittering butterfly net I got from the mall.
I think I'll take it in baby steps,
Organize my closet and dresser drawer,
I'll pick up the garbage along the desk,
And fold my clean laundry for room on the floor.
My space is looking better,
So glittery and bright,
The hardwoods so shiny,
My feet are stepping so light -
I hear my mother and father
Talking down the hall,
As they come closer and closer,
I'm so excited I could fall!
They poke in their heads,
My room no longer a mess,
My hands wrapped very delicate
Around my butterfly net.
My mom smiles to me wide,
Her hand taking fathers and mine,
Two small cages in her arms
That are just about the right size.
All of us bounce happily
Out the door and into the green,
Where we spend all day, until night
Catching butterflies and other small beings.
