cve:graphics

Little butterfly, of graceful flight and baby blue eyes
Flying high, above the fields, beneath the skies
With such charm as yours, I must advice
Look out for lizards, birds, rats and big flies
(Or for spiders such as I)
Won’t you come to my home (of sewn guise)?

The butterfly does so, a decision unwise
Lo, the spider takes him by surprise.
Haha, foolish moth, allow me to apprise,
Didn’t your mother tell you spiders spun lies?
Little butterfly, must I tell you this twice?
Monsters don’t play fair or nice.

The butterfly dies.
A parable for how two boys signed their demise.