searchingcriedhoneyTHE FAIRY BUTTERFLY
It was a glad summer day.May was playing in the meadow.Something flew near.“What a beautiful butterfly!” she cried.“What shining bright wings it has!”The butterfly flew nearer.May crept close to it.“Oh, it is not a butterfly!What can it be?” she cried.“Oh, it is a dear little fairy!Stop and play, dear fairy,” she cried.But the fairy flew away.She was too busy to stop.She was searching for honey.
It was a glad summer day.May was playing in the meadow.Something flew near.“What a beautiful butterfly!” she cried.“What shining bright wings it has!”The butterfly flew nearer.May crept close to it.“Oh, it is not a butterfly!What can it be?” she cried.“Oh, it is a dear little fairy!Stop and play, dear fairy,” she cried.But the fairy flew away.She was too busy to stop.She was searching for honey.
It was a glad summer day.May was playing in the meadow.Something flew near.“What a beautiful butterfly!” she cried.“What shining bright wings it has!”The butterfly flew nearer.May crept close to it.“Oh, it is not a butterfly!What can it be?” she cried.“Oh, it is a dear little fairy!Stop and play, dear fairy,” she cried.But the fairy flew away.She was too busy to stop.She was searching for honey.
It was a glad summer day.
May was playing in the meadow.
Something flew near.
“What a beautiful butterfly!” she cried.
“What shining bright wings it has!”
The butterfly flew nearer.
May crept close to it.
“Oh, it is not a butterfly!
What can it be?” she cried.
“Oh, it is a dear little fairy!
Stop and play, dear fairy,” she cried.
But the fairy flew away.
She was too busy to stop.
She was searching for honey.