Butter

I spy with my little eye 

A butterfly

With golden wings 

And walking legs 

And a voice that’s sings 

Soprano 

Vintage cut songs 

For my iPod Nano 

For when you fly away

I’d clip your wings 

To make you stay

But I’m not that crazy yet 

Just don’t forget me 

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