The first to come to the garden bed
Is a lovely butterfly of brilliant red.
Then in comes another and that makes two,
Fly right in, my friend of blue.
“The garden is fine, the best I’ve seen,”
Says the butterfly of spring time green.
Our garden needs a sunshiny fellow,
Fly in, butterfly with wings of yellow.
Little friend of purple, fly in too,
This garden is waiting for a color like you.
Orange, orange you’ve waited so long,
Fly right in where you belong.
Butterflies, butterflies you’re such a sight,
Flying in together-a summer delight!