Around and around,
do the butterflies swirl.
Around and around,
their wings make them twirl.

Antennae up high,
clouds soaring by.
Never on the ground,
are they ever found.

Over and under,
in wind do they sway.
Over and under,
their path does not stray.

Wings when in flutter,
they fly smooth like butter.
They flow and they flap,
eyes locked in their trap.

Left and right,
in rain they don't dive.
Left and right,
in all weather they thrive.