Great wings, had she
for flying, said they
as they watched her wither away

but stuck was she,
in the dark chrysalis, and they
watched her get worse every day

great butterflies, were they
while a mere catterpillar was she
and on the ground, for a long time she did lay

while their wings, they did spread,
and on, they did move
for which a great price, she did pay

because emerge and fly, did she
too long after they
had all gone and flew far away.