THE BUTTERFLY
A butterfly perched on a mossy brown stile, And a little maid saw him and cried, with a smile: “O beautiful butterfly, yellow and blue, Stop, stop; let me sit on the stile with you! But the beautiful butterfly, yellow and blue, Opened his wings, and away he flew; And when he'll return I really can’t say, But the little maid sits on the stile to this day!
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Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 218, 3 December 1927, Page 27 (Supplement)
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70THE BUTTERFLY Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 218, 3 December 1927, Page 27 (Supplement)
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