The Butterfly Weed

Oh lady bug, you've done a good deed. Setting your table on the butterfly weed, You're the custodian of all you survey, On butterfly weed, till the end of the day. Oh beautiful monarch, where do you feed, I see you too love the butterfly weed. You and the ladybug would be poor indeed, If it was'nt for the butterfly weed. Oh hummingbird whose throat seems to bleed, What do you here on the butterfly weed? All hummingbirds, good advice heed, We love the orange butterfly weed. God's smallest creatures, go by one creed, To congregate on the butterfly weed. Let the south wind blow, and spread your seed, So that there will be millions of the butterfly weed. 5/31/03 Alton Texas