BUTTERFLY LAUGHTER
Reading edition
In the middle of our porridge plates There was a blue butterfly painted And each morning we tried who should reach the butterfly first. Then the Grandmother said: “Do not eat the poor butterfly.” That made us laugh. Always she said it and always it started us laughing. It seemed such a sweet little joke. I was certain that one fine morning The butterfly would fly out of the plates, Laughing the teeniest laugh in the world, And perch on the Grandmother’s lap.