Butterfly, butterfly, fly so high,
Wings are pretty, like the sky.
You sit on flowers, red and blue,
I like so much to watch you.

Butterfly, you go here and there,
Flying easily through the air.
Your wings go up, your wings go down,
You fly above the trees and town.

I want to fly like you one day,
Over trees and far away.
But now I jump and run around,
And watch you fly without a sound.