I wrote a song about disturbing hibernation. To highlight the incident it was necessary to put a Butterfly in my Guitar.
Recently, I played the tune and had a video made of it.
After it appeared on youtube I had literally thousands of hate letters condemning me for exposing a creature to such confinement and excessive noise.
The video has since been removed and my song banned world wide. I am attaching the chords and lyrics of the song here. But please do not put a Butterfly in the acoustic chamber of your guitar. Than you. Ryan O'Leary.
Mute Pappillion.
D I was feeling ecstatic G when I went to the attic A and found my auld busking D guitar*
D But I felt consternation G I disturbed hibernation A at first it seemed quite D bazaar
D When I blew off the dust G it smelt like old must A but t'was time to give it a D bar
D It was then I heard flapping G which sounded like clapping A my first ever round of D applause
D It stayed with the beat G while tapping my feet A I kept playing despite all my D flaws
D I took early retirement G though its not a requirement A But "Bad Buskers" all get D menopause
D I'm strumming the strings G and the echo it rings A but no jingling of coins as they D fall
D So I play here alone G as to what I was prone A never made it to Carnegie D Hall
Chorus
D Time to call it a day G as they used to say A for no encores or no curtain D call
D Time to call it a day G as they used to say A for no encores or no curtain D call
D Time to call it a day G as they used to say A for no encores or no curtain D call
Outro
D There's a butterfly G in my guitar
D There's a butterfly G in my guitar
D There's a butterfly G in my guitar
Ps.
When playing the Outro it is imperative that the pick hits the woodwork of the sound chamber to simulate a Butterfly flaping.
Also, it needs to be sung with a Tennessee/Texas accent, preferably akin to the "Bad Blakeβcharacter.