★ Butterfly Laughter Lyrics:
In the middle of our porridge plates
There was a blue butterfly painted
And each morning we tried
Who should reach the
butterfly first.
Then the Grandmother said:
“Do not eat the poor butterfly.”
That made us laugh.
Always she said it and
Always it started us laughing.
It seemed such a sweet little joke.
I was certain that one fine morning
The butterfly would fly out of our plates,
Laughing the teeniest laugh in the world,
And perch on the Grandmother’s lap.
★ Checkout this song aswell :
Three Gypsies
