! !
Fly!
Billy Butterfly had better fly,
for spiders like a bit of fly
and here’s a spider coming by.
That butterfly had better fly
for spiders fry a battered fly.
And if the spider
gets to bite
the butt of Billy Butterfly
the butterfly which wouldn’t fly
should not become a bitter fly.
For better flies than bitter flies,
than battered bitten bottom flies,
would not dispute their fate
but fry
!
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Paul Hughes 2010
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Picture: http://www.wildchicken.com/nature/garden/wild008_spiders.htm
Deep in Acorn Wood lived young Anna, who was good;
but sadly she was plain and deathly ill.
Her sister’s name was Jean. She was beautiful but mean,
and span (to earn a penny) with great skill.
Although she was so ill, Jean made Anna clean until
her aches, her pains and sadness made her weep.
Jean would treat her badly; she kicked and beat her madly.
Each night poor Anna cried herself to sleep.
Anna loved the flowers. Each day, for just an hour,
she breathed and shared their soft scent with the bees.
This summer was her last, for her strength was fading fast.
Her spirit would soon fly with autumn’s breeze.
Anna smelled a rose. Its sweet perfume pleased her nose.
she softly spoke: “My love, I share your doom!
Your petals will soon fall and I hear my own grave call.
But still I cry for you, my darling bloom!”
The flowers heard these words and within them fairies stirred.
They all agreed they could not let her die.
Her death would be too tragic so they used their ancient magic.
Dear Anna’s soul became a butterfly.
She flutters free from pain and she’s beautiful, not plain
She bathes in dew and feeds from petalled bowls.
Sitting right beside her spins an ugly, wicked, spider
The fairies changed Jean’s shape to fit her soul.
Spiders always sigh when they meet a butterfly.
They long to touch the beauty they can’t share.
Yet butterflies steer clear when they sense a spider near.
The sight of them is more than they can bear.
Paul Hughes 2008
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