This was your butterfly, you see.His fine wings made him vain?—The caterpillars crawl, but hePassed them in rich disdain?—My pretty boy says, "Let him beOnly a worm again?"
Oh child, when things have learned to wearWings once, they must be fainTo keep them always high and fair.Think of the creeping painWhich even a butterfly must bearTo be a worm again!
