By Wendi Petitt — 1997 (exact date unknown)
If I could fly
in the sky
like a butterfly
How wonderful it would be
to soar up high
So high that the sky
would touch me in the eye.
My wings would be orange, red, green and blue
so I could blend in with the beautiful flowers below.
Oh why, oh why
do I want to be a butterfly?
If only I knew why
I would rather be in the sky
like a butterfly.