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The garden beds I wandered by / One bright and cheerful morn, / When I found a new-fledged butterfly / A-sitting on a thorn, / A black and crimson butterfly, / All doleful and forlorn.
I thought that life could have no sting / To infant butterflies, / So I gazed on this unhappy thing / With wonder and surprise, / While sadly with his waving wing / He wiped his weeping eyes.