THE BUTTERFLY MAIDEN

Slipping through rainbow coloured mist,
the butterfly maiden searches the fields,
seeking to find berries succulent to eat,
such as can be found on brier and bush,

when on her search for mushrooms fresh,
she spies two field mice scamper away,
"Oh where are you going in such a hurry?"
the butterfly maiden desires to know,

"to the woods," squeak the mice,
"for the farmer is coming with his plough,"
The butterfly maiden flew off in a trice,
flying she seemed to be following the mice,

down to the dell, where stood the old wishing well,
gold coins lay on the old stone wall,
she delicately picked one up and held it,
making a wish she threw it in,
not a sound did it make, not even a din.

"Now what was her wish?" I hear you ask,
well the farmer was careful to plough his lands,
in the ways of the old, with his own bear hands,
he left parts wild for the creatures so small,
didn't take from the land,
without a thought for them all,

so the butterfly maiden wished,
that the farmer and his wife,
would have a bountiful harvest,
the rest of their life,

then off she flew to talk with the Cuckoo,
who sang to her of the sky so blue,
she took this song to her butterfly friends,
who sang it to the blue birds and the wrens.