by Raymond Hubbell

“ Poor Butterfly. [Verse]
"Won't you tell my love" she would whisper to the breeze Tell him I'm waiting 'neath the cherry blossom trees. My Sailor man to see. The bees and the humming birds say they guess, Ev'ry day that passes makes one day less. 'Till you come to me. For once Butterfly she gives her heart away, She can never love again she is his for aye. Through all of this world, For ages to come, So her face just smiles, tho' her heart is growing numb. ”