My Damn Butterfly
I see it fluttering in my yard.It's my damn butterfly.
I chased it oh so very hard.
It's my damn butterfly.
It's helped it's self to all of my flowers.
It's my damn butterfly.
I stalked it oh so many hours.
It's my damn butterfly.
It's got me laughed at in my hood.
It's my damn butterfly.
The shotgun didn't do me any good.
It's my damn butterfly.
A net extention made me tall.
It's my damn butterfly.
Now he's stapled to my wall.
My damn butterfly.
By Bobby Hill
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