This is a beautiful Nusery Rhythm that I share with all

In the middle of our porridge plates

There was a blue butterfly painted And each morning we tried who should reach the butterfly first.

Then the Grandmother said: “Do not eat the poor butterfly.”

That made us laugh. Always she said it and always it started us laughing. It seemed such a sweet little joke.

I was certain that one fine morning The butterfly would fly out of our plates, Laughing the teeniest laugh in the world, And perch on the Grandmother’s lap.

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