Treasure Island

Joseph Skipsey

(March 17, 1832 - September 3,1903 / Percy, Northumberland)

The Butterfly


The butterfly from flower to flower
The urchin chas’d; and, when at last
He caught it in my lady’s bower,
He cried, “Ha, ha!” and held it fast.

Awhile he laugh’d, but soon he wept,
When looking at the prize he’d caught
He found he had to ruin swept
The very glory he had sought

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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