The Colour Of Early Spring

I have on the colour of early spring A green raspberry that won't just burst or ping I am a rosebud-my-mama would sing And if you listen, carefully A song thrush binds a twig with the wind And a serpent drops her serpent armour But is no less a sneak, a cheat, a liar But even so, all the traitors love her. I have on the colour of early spring Sure as mint green hostas attract vine weevils And are eaten by deer, rabbits and slugs I am exclusively only yours And if you love me, you will hover like a kingfisher on the wing Because moreover, I'm not yet, ready-for-opening I'm not the village bike Or a turnpike you can later hate with compensating spite. I have on the colour of early spring I am a rose-bud-my mama would sing I'm not a roll in the clover. I am a Green Hairstreak butterfly. All you male butterflies can spiral away in flight Because I'm not ready for egg laying And anyways I've chosen my mate But he doesn't know he's already 2hrs late.