So Little Time

Their lives are brief so very brief or so it has been said And the butterflies you see today tomorrow may be dead So little time for making love or pleasure to enjoy An hour to them three years to us they soon grow old and die. An hour to them must seem a lot time for them must pass slow But of the lives of butterflies not much I claim to know And going by those who know about them their lives measured in hours So little time to flit about the breezy sunlit bowers. So little time for love affairs by tomorrow they'll be old And they must mate and lay their eggs where flowers bloom in white and gold Or beneath the broad leaved cabbage safe from the wind and rain The butterflies will soon depart but their young will remain To fly around the sunlit bowers for a day or maybe two And find a mate and lay their eggs as Nature bid them do And in years from now on a day in Spring a little girl and boy Will run to their mum and dad to say we've seen a butterfly.