Yes Michal, I see your flutterby
Yes Michal, I see your flutterby
Flying low not up in the sky
Fluttering by in a sea of green
Darting quickly and rarely seen
If it had landed on your tablecloth
I would be able to see if it’s a moth!
Ah, a Pieris Rapae I believe
Not a moth, I was deceived
Looking for a nice green cabbage
Another favourite of Mr Babbage
Beautiful wings bent in flight
Trying hard to gain some height
Not quite yellow more off white
But always ever a child’s delight
This poem is about:
Our world