Butterfly Brunch
    by Stacy Peterson

I’d like to wake up a butterfly,
and dress in velvet wings.
I’d flutter through the pretty flowers
To where the fairy sings.

Under the cheerful Cosmos,
Before the Johnny Jump-Ups,
I’ll sit upon an Indian Blanket
and drink from Buttercups.

I’ll talk to the pretty Wallflowers
(For their feelings might be hurt)
And mingle with the southern bells
Then have a Candytuft for dessert.