Butterfly Of Death

I was sitting in my garden Just relaxing in my garden Doing nothing in my garden When I saw a butterfly Butterfly there in my garden Appearing there of a sudden Not surprising in my garden To appear a butterfly There was something very different In this creature from my garden Beautiful he was but fright'ning Butterfly in my garden Something he was saying to me Something softly whispered to me Something audible just barely This butterfly in my garden His words came softly to my ear Those words were soft but they were clear My blood ran cold when I did hear Yo soy la Marisposa de la Muerte! I understood those words, all right And my whole soul was filled with fright To die just now did not seem right So I feigned ignorance Spanish, I do not speak, I said Please try some other tongue instead Or go away and leave me be, Strange creature from my garden Closer he came, my fright increased My heart beat faster, almost ceased And once more spoke the little beast: Ich bin der Schmetterling des Todes! I do not understand, my friend. That sounds like German (I pretend I'm unable to comprehend This creature from my garden) Closer he came, within three feet My heart increased its frantic beat Louder he spoke, almost a bleat: Eu sou a Borboleta da Morte! Filled with terror am I by now Thinking I must escape somehow Yet I know this he'll not allow, This specter from my garden My mouth is dry, I cannot speak I try to run but I'm too weak And then he lands upon my cheek, This phantom from my garden! I am all numb and paralyzed All my worst fears are realized These words I hear with my last breath: I am the Butterfly of Death!