Butterfly Wings
Gather up the armour and blow the warhorns loud It's Armageddon Day The war cries shrill amidst the valleys The snow melts into bloody rivers The valiant stomp their feet towards battle The armament hauled They stare at the ceaseless expanse ahead Capture the stones and sticks and stumps Measure the arrogant elephants' rumps March ahead! And croon of grit! Roar and rumble! March ahead! A butterfly sat on a flower Her blue wings frail, flirting with a flower pale 'Away away, Elephant' Don't trample my precious blossom Ask your boots to traipse elsewhere Don't threaten my precious blossom Her voice scattered in the wind And the elephant thundered ahead He crushed the blossom, in his haste "Oh fly away, don't sour. It was just a bud" She gathered up her armour And blew the warhorns loud Her blue wings pulsating violent It was armageddon day The soldiers laughed at the butterfly The elephant snorted, "oh what a fuss!" A typhoon was forming in...