My Butterflies

One day, I'll have butterflies

They'll be my slaves, those fluttering insects

I'll use them to my advantage

As I strut onstage

Horn in hand

Confident almost to the point of arrogance

For I shall be first chair

And playing in a reputable symphony

I'll have solos

Enhanced by my butterflies

Their quick flutters articulating each note beautifully

I'll be brilliant, just terrific

And I'll shove it in all the doubters's faces

With a superior tone

And a superior performance

And my butterflies will work for me

Not against me