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Butterfly, Butterfly

Butterfly, butterfly
Are you a butter or are you a fly?
Who must have named you ?
I wonder looking at you in the sky.

 Butterfly, Butterfly
Are you a butter or are you a fly?
How do you suck nectar from flower?
When they're all dry!

  Butterfly, butterfly
Are you a butter or are you a fly ?
How do you levitate yourself?
can i also try?

 Butterfly, butterfly
Are you a butter or are you a fly ?
When ladies see you,
Why do they yell Oh 'my my ?

 Butterfly butterfly,
Are you a butter or are you a fly ?
Why are your wings bigger than your body?
Please tell me why!

 Butterfly, butterfly,
Are you a butter or are you a fly.
How fluent you live!
But how do you die? 

                       -Adityaa Wagh

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