This is a sad butterfly who has much fear;
Because he grew up to have wings that are clear.
Now it's hard for birds not to hit him;
He needs someone to babysit him.
Because he blends in with the sky of blue;
He doesn't know what he should do;
To become less dependent;
But, he has money and he needs to spend it.
So, he goes out and buys some water for paints;
And goes to his best friends, who are saints.
He has them use a paintbrush with delicate bristles;
They are soft, and they don't feel like thistles.
His friends paint on him many rainbow tints;
With glittery gold and silver hints.
Now he can be seen by all;
In summer, winter, spring and fall!
Now he is a happy butterfly;
He doesn't feel like he should cry.
Because he is no longer in danger;
Of running straight into a stranger.