In the middle of our porridge plates <br />There was a blue butterfly painted <br />And each morning we tried who should reach the <br /> butterfly first. <br />Then the Grandmother said: "Do not eat the poor <br /> butterfly." <br />That made us laugh. <br />Always she said it and always it started us laughing. <br />It seemed such a sweet little joke. <br />I was certain that one fine morning <br />The butterfly would fly out of our plates, <br />Laughing the teeniest laugh in the world, <br />And perch on the Grandmother's lap.<br /><br />Katherine Mansfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterfly-laughter/
