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 the oceans

And they trumpeted about, oblivious


It was armageddon day

And everything turned to dust

The mammoths were crushed to pieces

The smirks untwisted on their lips

Her tiny butterfly wings in a ceaseless volley

The hurricane angrier at par

It is always armageddon day

When you call a butterfly to war!







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