Watch The Butter Fly Poem by Roger Horsch

There once was a stick of butter
that was yellow, sweet and good
He was there for all of us to enjoy
He did what butter should

Now, if this butter was to hang around
we know he'd be no more
we would go and get another stick
'cause they stock it in the store

But, this stick of butter was different
He knew that He should try
To get away from all of us
if only he could fly

He would fly away to someplace cool
He would fly from coast to coast
He would have to stay away from us
or, He would wind up on our toast

So, if there's butter in the air
just wave and say goodbye
Then sit right back with eyes wide open
and, watch the butter fly