Prettier Ones.

Butterflies, we are seeking honey The sweetness of honey always prefer The beautiful flowers treats us well The beauty of world, we enjoys The little children runs behind us To catch us alive and tie in threads We know their naughty actions Unknowingly they makes us to suffer The little ones never we curse them They just like us are really enjoying Their own valued life in earth They promised to plant more flowering plants Without hurting we can drink the honey The sweet honey for our little life.