Oh, hello again butterflies.
Nice to see you've come back.
How was your holiday?
I really am glad to see you again.
I'd nearly forgotten what it was like
To act twelve years old
And be in love with the world.
Well, one piece of the world in particular
Who walks and talks and sends
You butterflies all a-quivering.
I missed the feeling of poetry
Welling up and spilling over
The confines of my soul.
Welcome home, my butterflies.
Do hang around for a nice, long time.