The butterfly

There was once a butterfly
With bright colours crowned
Oh, she can fly
So far from the ground!

She likes to sit on the flowers
At the garden nearby
She drinks all their nectar
Which give her energy to fly.

She is very beautiful
But has very less age
Oh, please don’t
Lock her up in a cage!

Good children brush their teeth
In the morning and at the night
Moths are dull
But butterflies are bright!