The Butterflies
A few slight changes, such as “I am a butterfly” for first line, will fit the song to be sung by one child instead of several. The suitable changes will suggest themselves to mother or teacher. A butterfly-look may be given to the little ones by wings of tissue paper fastened between the shoulders, or even by broad bows of wide, gay-colored ribbon.
Children enter singing and circle about a table of flowers.
Children enter singing and circle about a table of flowers.
Children enter singing and circle about a table of flowers.
We airy ButterfliesWe come in sunny hours,We fairy ButterfliesWe come when come the flowers.We dainty ButterfliesWe feed on honey newAt every opening flower,And drink of morning dew.
We airy ButterfliesWe come in sunny hours,We fairy ButterfliesWe come when come the flowers.We dainty ButterfliesWe feed on honey newAt every opening flower,And drink of morning dew.
We airy ButterfliesWe come in sunny hours,We fairy ButterfliesWe come when come the flowers.We dainty ButterfliesWe feed on honey newAt every opening flower,And drink of morning dew.
We airy Butterflies
We come in sunny hours,
We fairy Butterflies
We come when come the flowers.
We dainty Butterflies
We feed on honey new
At every opening flower,
And drink of morning dew.
Children flit about at pleasure.Children meet, touch hands, then “float” airily away.Circle around the room and away.
Children flit about at pleasure.Children meet, touch hands, then “float” airily away.Circle around the room and away.
Children flit about at pleasure.
Children meet, touch hands, then “float” airily away.
Circle around the room and away.
We hover o’er the fieldsLike flowers of the grass,As on our colored wingsWe pause, and poise, and pass—Winged flowers that rise and soarAnd weave a dance so fair,And float at last awayUpon the sunny air.We airy ButterfliesWe go with summer hours,We fairy ButterfliesWe go when go the flowers.But we shall come againWith all the merry May,And we again shall helpTo make the great world gay
We hover o’er the fieldsLike flowers of the grass,As on our colored wingsWe pause, and poise, and pass—Winged flowers that rise and soarAnd weave a dance so fair,And float at last awayUpon the sunny air.We airy ButterfliesWe go with summer hours,We fairy ButterfliesWe go when go the flowers.But we shall come againWith all the merry May,And we again shall helpTo make the great world gay
We hover o’er the fieldsLike flowers of the grass,As on our colored wingsWe pause, and poise, and pass—Winged flowers that rise and soarAnd weave a dance so fair,And float at last awayUpon the sunny air.
We hover o’er the fields
Like flowers of the grass,
As on our colored wings
We pause, and poise, and pass—
Winged flowers that rise and soar
And weave a dance so fair,
And float at last away
Upon the sunny air.
We airy ButterfliesWe go with summer hours,We fairy ButterfliesWe go when go the flowers.But we shall come againWith all the merry May,And we again shall helpTo make the great world gay
We airy Butterflies
We go with summer hours,
We fairy Butterflies
We go when go the flowers.
But we shall come again
With all the merry May,
And we again shall help
To make the great world gay