I love the Things with Wings

I love the Things with Wings.

Once upon a time there lived a little Caterpillar who lived among the cabbages and weeds. All day long he’d munch and chew, munch and chew, as bigger and bigger he grew.

And each day as he watches the birds high in the sky he thinks how wonderful it would be to have Wings and fly, and live high up with the tree instead of munching low to the ground beneath the Cabbages making no sound.

Then one day he had a fright, as birds did swoop and peck with beak his cabbage leaf to shake his feet.

His friend was munching by his side when all of a sudden in big surprise the one with Wings did grab him tight and off she flew with him out of sight.

Oh how he wished he had wings!

He munched his way among the leaves getting wet and cold with breeze, until one day he’d ate his Fill, and thought to himself he’d catch a chill.

He saw the birds all flying south and wished once more with yawning mouth that he too had wings.

And so when days did grow too cold, he spun a blanket around him to hold him suspended from wind and hail He chose a spot in a sheltered Vale, and as he snuggles down to sleep he dreamt of birds with wings so sleek

At last from slumber he awoke as Sun rays did shine with heat to stroke his back as he did stretch his legs and he pushed his way out of his Bed.

He’s hung suspended upon his thread and waited until the sun shone on his head.

He stretched himself in all directions, and jumped with joy at his inspections, for no longer was he green and fat but he’d grown Wings now Fancy that..

He flew with Joy and lots of pride no longer now did he have to hide. He flapped his wings and fluttered High with wings did swoop and dive.

No longer was his world so dim for he was free to fly on whim.

He settled high on blossoms branch, oh how he loved his wings and danced.

At last I’ve got my wings to fly..

At last I’m flying In the Sky ..

For I am A Butterfly!

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