Sesame Street – Butterfly

Butterfly …

Orange and black, bright dusty wing

Flutter through fields where the summer birds sing

Blown like a paper, hour by hour

Over the grass, from flower to flower

Butterfly …

When flowers close and darkness grows deep …

When children run home and stars start to peep …

When it is nighttime, where do you sleep, butterfly?

Butterfly …

(?), soft as a rose

Rest on my hand; open and close

(??)

Tell me the secret; I have to know

(?)

When the moon rises, where do you go?

Where do you go?

Butterfly …

Butterfly!