A butterfly sat on my face
In his wings- entire space
He sat there for just a while
I didn’t even walk a mile
At a glance I saw him die
It made wanna really cry
So I cried and cried and cried
I didn’t think about my pride
The sweet lil’ fella’s dead
Now I have just my own head
As i walked throught the street,
I heard something smasched under my feet.
I looked down to see what i did
and its a butterfly what i have hit.
I felt bad and i started to cry,
never stopped askin „Why, oh why“
I went to flat after that crime
and saw on ghetto this beautiful rhyme,
Of course it took some horrible time
to write this rhyme of butterfly crime
not as yours, but still a rhyme…
One head do not argue…