A butterfly with freedom flutters
Found a nasty net
It could be found by other nutters
Who haven’t woken yet

Instead it’s me, to grab with glee
Reduce its range of flight
Stick it on a nail, they’ll see
I’ve labeled species right

My progeny will surely find
That something which I knew
A flighted soul I thought to bind
Of butter which once flew


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