Butterfly, I like to watch you flutter by. You're so graceful in the sky. Oh, you're so fine.
Your journey's like a magical thing. Part of natures mysteries. And I can see
How peaceful you can be, to me.
First you are a tiny egg on a leaf. The leaf of the milkweed.
You're so small, but growing indeed. And resting in the breeze.
Next, here comes the caterpillar. The larva word is unfamiliar.
Crawling around from leaf to leaf. Everything comes so naturally.
The pupa or the chrysalis is calm. It's still. It's just like bliss.
You're warm, your happy. You're safe and sound, feels like a gentle kiss.
Now the most amazing thing. The butterfly emerges with beautiful wings.
Butterfly, I like to watch you flutter by. You're so graceful in the sky. Oh, you're so fine.
Your journey's like a magical thing. Part of natures mysteries. And I can see
How peaceful you can be, to me.
Once you've grown with your delicate wings, had time to dance through summer and spring.
You make your way to a special place where all the Monarchs gather to face.
The journey through the land below, all the way down to Mexico.
After fall and winter are through, I will be waiting just for you.
Butterfly, I like to watch you flutter by. You're so graceful in the sky. Oh, you're so fine.
Your journey's like a magical thing. Part of natures mysteries. And I can see
How peaceful you can be, to me.