Sisters Three
Three young sisters were spying
and butterflying
late one beautiful summers night.
When the lightening fly,
said while passing by,
“Why not fancy me instead?”
Said the elder of the three
using her best diplomacy,
“We value the light that you shed!”
Then the middle one chimed in
with her most silly grin
but no other could hear what she said.
The youngest of the three
on small bended knees
had a butterfly land upon her head.
The forlorn lightening fly
simply gave a great sigh,
lit up his butt and fled!
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LS~February 4, 2010
Tags: butterflies, fireflies
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