The gentle wind picks her up and pushed her around,
Blue spots like of tiny dots and grey as clouds.
She waves at every flower as she passes by.
On violet petals she rather stand or lie.

Up and around, below the sky and on the ground,
She enjoys her own company although there's many more where she's found.
Honey pullens so soft, soothing and sweet,
Her wings tingles as so for her feet.

Dancing on blue roses a beautiful scenery to see,
Was once dull and ugly but now as beautiful as can be.
It's like she floats, like she walks on air,
And I say to myself I wish I was like her but life is never fair.

Through my windowpane and back out again,
She looks at life like such of a fame.
Her time is short Mr, Lizard is feeling hungry now, she may die,
Sorry to say but goodbye to Mist the grey and blue butterfly.