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Caterpillar to Butterfly

The sky was dark, the wind was cold,
And leaves began to fly.
A caterpillar, striped with black, said,
"I must say good-bye."

"I'll stick my bottom to a stem.
My skin is getting old.
I'll change it for a bumpy skin,
Of brown, alas, no tips of gold."

The north wind sang a lullaby,
As snug and safe she lay.
Then May came, and by and by,
Her dry skin dropped away.

So now a pretty insect sat,
And spread her wings to fly.
She sailed the sky on midnight wings -
A black swallowtail butterfly!

Anonymous.