Itsy bitsy Butterfly

Oh itsy bitsy butterfly

flitting here,

flitting there,

just a murmer on the breeze, 

that is what you are.

Oh itsy bitsy butterfly,

it is nice to see you fly,

so delicate,

so graceful,

so full of eggs,

which simply have to be laid

ones, twos, threes, or more,

all in a neat little row,

this I have discovered,

as I observe my once rampant cabbages,

the spines of which are still in situ

but the leaves are now all gone,

gone away into the hungry mouths

of the itsy bitsy butterfly's progeny,

some of which are now swimming in the watering can,

hopefully never to munch on my cabbages

ever again, 

for I have deceased this progeny,

yes I have.

Oh itsy bitsy butterfly,

there are other nursery spots to be found,

but not in my veg plot,

and not on my three remaining cabbages,

for I shall call war down upon your caterpillar littl'uns,

but not with sprays and poisons,

but with my fingers,

for I shall deftly pluck each one

from the cabbage leaf upon which it is gorging,

and decease it.

So on you go little itsy bitsy butterfly,

to live your life to the full,

and lay your eggs in profusion,

but not in my veg plot,

not this year,

after all,

I have only three cabbages left,

so please spare them.

Thankyou