A Butterfly flaps its wings,
Then to a Rose it clings
"Why me?" The Rose weeps,
To this the Butterfly is surprised.
The Rose shrugs,"God made me pretty
But gave me thorns which were Pricky."
The Butterfly now thinks
"Wondering what to say, it blinks!
"Oh,beauty! Your thorns protect you,
Not letting anyone touch you."
The Rose realizes and fears
It wasted it's time in tears!