Sweet and shy, Bonnie Butterfly
. . . Was a delicate azure blue
As if the cobalt summer skies
. . . Had painted her that hue.

She always had a friendly hello
. . . For anyone she would flutter by,
Drawing such sighs of appreciation
. . . From every male butterfly.

But her love was already given
. . . To a mighty monarch named Todd,
And to her tiny, tender heart
. . . He was a butterfly god.

Throughout the sultry summer days
. . . From alyssum to flowering thyme,
They shared nectar-flavored kisses
. . . Oh! Life seemed so sublime!

But even the happiest lovers
. . . Cannot always stay together,
Which Bonnie soon discovered
. . . With the changing autumn weather.

For Todd was struck with wanderlust
. . . An ancient urge he could not fight,
So he sadly kissed sweet Bonnie good-bye
. . . And flew south in the morning light.

Poor Bonnie died from a broken heart
. . . The could not bear such grief,
And she sleeps and dreams of Todd forever
. . . In the folds of a curled rose leaf.

If the angels will always remember
. . . Bonnie’s ultimate sacrifice,
Then someday she and Todd will be
. . . Together in butterfly paradise!