I daydream by the Junipers.

I sniff the pansies too.

Dancing in the grass.

Being kissed upon by dew.

I giggle at reflections.

Kick up dusty haze.

In an old and lovely garden,

Where I lie, and bask, and gaze.

Tickling the wisteria,

Have a chat with honeybees.

Watch the roses grow and blossom-

Poppies swaying in the breeze.

Don’t think of me as feather-brained.

Because behind coquettish eyes,

I'm not just what I seem to be...

...I'm just a butterfly in disguise.