Poor Little Tansy Butterfly
My son and his girl came to visit me
and in the kitchen they did find
a lovely red Tansy Butterfly
and my son caught it in a jar
"Mom, what kind of bug is this?
It sure is pretty. I am going
to set it free, cuz in the house
it will surely die."
"That is a Tansy Butterfly
a beautiful creature that needs
to be outside. So, yes, how sweet
of you, do set it free!"
The butterfly with bright red wings
was soon to be set free by the
heart of my son who is nineteen
To fly to the azure sky
Outside I hear a mournful cry
"Mom, a mean old humming bird
ate my Tansy Butterfly just as
it spread its wings to fly
Why, oh why, did I set it free
only to see it die? Poor little
beautiful Tansy Butterfly."
Oh, my heart did beat to see his face
so full of angered surprise
And that question in his eyes
I was at loss for words for my reply
to the fate of the lovely butterfly.