Springtime Butter-flies ! Oh My !

One person's Drowned fly is another person's Butter-fly.

Mama, it’s Spring !

Yes, little darlin’, it surely is.

Don’t you just love the Red Bud Trees, Mama

All loaded up with their pinkish-purply Buds ?

And the pretty white blossoms all over

The Bartlett Pear Trees ?

Although, I would rather have the real Pears 

To pick from the Bartlett Trees to eat

Wouldn’t you, Mama ?

Well, I don’t know about that, now

I surley do love love bitin’ down into

A fresh picked pear’s firm skin

And lettin’ it’s clear, sweet juice run down

To the tip of my chinny-chin-chin

But there is somethin’ so Joy provokin’

About the way a cool Spring Breeze lightly lilts

Through the fragrant, sun-filled white blossoms

Coverin’ that ‘ole Pear Tree

Hee-hee, that’s funny, Mama

I like that, too

I thought you might, little darlin’

I have wiped Spring Pear Nectar off of 

The tip of your chinny-chin-chin

For come now on eight years now

I know somethin’ else I love about Spring, too, Mama

I love all of the Butterflies flittin’ and flippin’

Through the air

I love chasin’ ‘em

And watchin’ all of those beautiful colors

Float so gracefully through the sky

Oh, so do I, little darlin’

So do I

Mama, why do you always leave the Butter out 

To get all warm and soft ?

Well, it spreads on everybody’s 

Homemade buttermilk Biscuits and Pancakes

A lot better when it’s soft and warm

So, soft, warm Butter is better butter

Many folks seem think so, little darlin’

Well, Mama, your soft and warm Better Butter

Just drowned two rudely hungry flies

Does that make them Springtime Butter-flies, Mama ?

Oh my !