Butterfly Farm

If that's the fun,
It's the butterfly farm.
Full of caterpillars,
Crawling in a bunch.

A twinkle of your eyes,
They change from worms to butterflies.
Then they grow
Then they fly.

A drizzle in the sky,
You see them soaring up high.
Sunshine penetrates their wings,
As if you can hear them sing.

Come all ye my friends,
Come join in the search for life.
Butterflies live and die,
But tomorrow will never lie.