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One day I saw a beautiful butterfly.She was in the garden.She was flying among the flowers.She was playing with them.“Good morning, beautiful butterfly!Good morning,” said I again.But the butterfly made no answer.“Good morning, little fairy,” said I.But the butterfly just went on playing.She seemed to be searching for honey.She flew in and out among the flowers.The butterfly loves the flowers.And the flowers all love the butterfly.She flies from flower to flower, now high, now low.
One day I saw a beautiful butterfly.She was in the garden.She was flying among the flowers.She was playing with them.“Good morning, beautiful butterfly!Good morning,” said I again.But the butterfly made no answer.“Good morning, little fairy,” said I.But the butterfly just went on playing.She seemed to be searching for honey.She flew in and out among the flowers.The butterfly loves the flowers.And the flowers all love the butterfly.She flies from flower to flower, now high, now low.
One day I saw a beautiful butterfly.She was in the garden.She was flying among the flowers.She was playing with them.“Good morning, beautiful butterfly!Good morning,” said I again.But the butterfly made no answer.“Good morning, little fairy,” said I.But the butterfly just went on playing.She seemed to be searching for honey.She flew in and out among the flowers.The butterfly loves the flowers.And the flowers all love the butterfly.She flies from flower to flower, now high, now low.
One day I saw a beautiful butterfly.
She was in the garden.
She was flying among the flowers.
She was playing with them.
“Good morning, beautiful butterfly!
Good morning,” said I again.
But the butterfly made no answer.
“Good morning, little fairy,” said I.
But the butterfly just went on playing.
She seemed to be searching for honey.
She flew in and out among the flowers.
The butterfly loves the flowers.
And the flowers all love the butterfly.
She flies from flower to flower, now high, now low.
She flies this way and that way.She likes the sweet bright flowers best of all.These give the butterfly honey.They seem to lift their heads when she comes.The butterfly works very little.She plays almost all the time.Would you like to play always?Would you like to be a butterfly?
She flies this way and that way.She likes the sweet bright flowers best of all.These give the butterfly honey.They seem to lift their heads when she comes.The butterfly works very little.She plays almost all the time.Would you like to play always?Would you like to be a butterfly?
She flies this way and that way.She likes the sweet bright flowers best of all.These give the butterfly honey.They seem to lift their heads when she comes.The butterfly works very little.She plays almost all the time.Would you like to play always?Would you like to be a butterfly?
She flies this way and that way.
She likes the sweet bright flowers best of all.
These give the butterfly honey.
They seem to lift their heads when she comes.
The butterfly works very little.
She plays almost all the time.
Would you like to play always?
Would you like to be a butterfly?