© 1997 Ragnar Fyri. All rights reserved.
[Dedicated to Jan Byron's parakeet Nigel, who sometimes gets his lines mixed up and claims to be a pretty butter-cookie, asking if it will butterfly. This made me wonder what the word "butterfly" would mean when regarded as a verb (No, it has nothing to do with buttering flies!). Later I tried to find a different interpretation of "butter", and came up with "one who but's".]
Late at night I come to your room on my silent wing. Feeling right, into the gloom I let my voice ring. Soaring where you are snoring - Creeping where you are sleeping... Listen and hark! I fly in the dark! But, but, but, but, but - I'm too heavy to fly! But, but, but, but, but - I've got no idea why! But, but, but, but, but - it may just be a lie! I'm a but-but-but-but-but-butter-butterfly!