Henry Smith Addresses a Butterfly

Oh, little butterfly
I wish that I could be more like you
Instead of being Henry Smith
And over five foot two

The birds are singing now
On every bough
And I know what they say
They are afraid the dark will come
Before they fly away

So go and cheer them up and say
It's really not so bad
For you can fly and look so gay
While I stand and look sad

I do not mean to fret
Or sound upset
Wishing I could be
A butterfly like you, instead
Of Henry Smith like me
I've got to get it in my head
I'm Henry Smith. I'm me