Butterfly, butterfly I met him in the meadow. He was so tiny, his wings were sparkling. He flew over the grass and spun around, looking like he was having fun. He got tired and perched on a branch, looking around for fragrant flowers. I guess he got hungry too, because he moved towards them and sat down on the one that had green leaves and purple petals. Color the flower according to the rhyme, and leave the butterfly to your imagination. I'll keep my fingers crossed.
