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The grass tickling my nose,

very lightly I spring from my toes.

Maybe I will get the next one do you suppose?

It might be my posture or maybe my pose.

I feel that butterfly is getting right up my nose.

Don’t they know I just want to play,

but they keep flying away.

I will try again as my back end wobbles,

one two three here I go.

I take a pouncing leap,

oh I could weep,

they are always out of reach.

Back to playing with a blade of grass,

as them silly butterfly’s fly passed.

I give up at long last.

But wait what are they,

there is more than a few,

they have wings to.

They are marching right up to me,

now they are climbing all over me.

I roll on my back twist and turn,

this is a hard lesson to learn.

Ant’s in my paws,

I feel that my fur is having a mini war.

This is not fun,

as they bite my bum,

I want to run.

I look up to see all the butterfly’s laughing AT ME!