Words of the Constant
Butterfly
Butterfly, flutter by.
Now I have you!
Strange that I haven't yet seen any caterpillars.
I must remember to be careful with its delicate wings.
What a pretty pattern!
You're my pretty pocket pal.
A first rate addition to a butterfly collection.
One wishes one had a killing jar...
Your aerial dance is so soothing to behold...
Don't slip from my butterfingers.
It is sort of nice.
Caught!
It's a flying flower.
It would be a shame if someone ripped the wings off of it.
Look at it, flitting around happily.
Not so happy now, are we?
Pretty, but short-lived.
I hold its life in my hands.
It's more a flutterer than a flyer.
Tell me all your flying secrets.
A colorful lepidopteran.
It is captured.
WILBA CHASETH BUTTERFLY
TEE HEE, 'TIS TICKLIES
Flutter away, butterfly!
I want to squish it.
Is pretty flutterby!
My pet!
I never trusted those things, eh?
Where are you going to run?
Pretty as a sunset o'er th'water.
All that pretty in me pocket.
A friend for friends
Flappy
IT THINKS IT IS SO PRETTY
SQUISH