The Butterfly.

“Don’t be ’fraid, you butterfly, Please stay till mamma first sees you, You can go home by and bye, Take a little nap first, please do.” I love you, dear butterfly, And I wish that I could kiss you, But I’m ’fraid almost to try. If you fly, mamma will miss you. “Please be good till we get home, Then I’ll give some candy to you If mamma will give me some. You don’t want to fly now, do you?”