One butterfly spies

A glint in his eye

The birds sing

As he cycles by

Oh, why should he feel sad

This world ain't so bad

And besides

Woe betide he who would frown

When natural beauty abounds

And now, with wheels spinning free

He's picking up speed


Two butterflies

Tie knots in his stomach

They love it when he goes too fast

The wind whistles past

Vast

Oceans of air

That will mess up his hair

Though he no longer cares

Anymore for

Over-indulgence in vanities

Vacuous vice

Just once or twice

Thrice

Four times in five

We forget we're alive

And neglect to remind ourselves


Wait,wait for me

Oh great Mercury!

As late as you may be,

Will you wait for me?


Three butterflies realise

When it's time to depart

They have tickled his ribs

They have fluttered his heart

But the starting is easy

Compared to the stop

And the bottom is hard

When compared to the top