I held my heart so far from harm,
I let it wander far and free
In meadow and market, without alarm,
Assured it must come back to me.

And all went well till on a day,
Learned Dr. Cupid wandered by
A search along our rural way
For some peculiar butterfly.

A flash of wings, a hurried drive,
A wave and a short-lived fly;
This Scientist, as I am alive
Had seen my heart and captured it.

Right tightly now it is held among
The specimens that he has trapped,
And sings – oh, love is ever young,
It is passing sweet to be captured.