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The Butterfly



 Well the butterfly flies around the sun

And around the moon and around the stars

Nobody knows the way to go

But the butterfly knows how far

Pretty little feather of a thing up there

Riding around on nothing but air

Got a lot of secrets he could share

But nobody has the time to hear


And nobody knows what the butterfly knows

And nobody goes where the butterfly goes

And nobody knows this song

Except the butterflies and me

And now you!


Mipsy Moe is the butterfly's name

He knows a lot of secret games

We play in the garden anytime

I'm allowed to go outside

Mipsy Moe sat on my nose

And said I wore a lot of clothes

That must be why I cannot fly

Like you do I replied


And nobody knows what the butterfly knows

And nobody goes where the butterfly goes

And nobody knows this song

Except the butterflies and me

And now you!

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