© 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!