THE BUTTERFLY

BY RUTH McENERY STUART

SIS’ BUTTERFLY aimed to work all right,

But ’er wings des was heavy, an’ ’er head too light;

So she riz in de air, caze she see she was made

Jes’ to fly in de sun in de beauty parade.

An’ she ain’t by ’erself in dat, in dat—

An’ she ain’t by ’erself in dat.

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THE SAME OLD LURE