'I write about the butterfly, <br />It is a pretty thing; <br />And flies about like the birds, <br />But it does not sing. <br /> <br />'First it is a little grub, <br />And then it is a nice yellow cocoon, <br />And then the butterfly <br />Eats its way out soon. <br /> <br />'They live on dew and honey, <br />They do not have any hive, <br />They do not sting like wasps, and bees, and hornets, <br />And to be as good as they are we should strive.<br /><br />Louisa May Alcott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-write-about-the-butterfly/
