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No. 26 - Song - San Toy - "The Butterfly"
| San Toy: | A butterfly spreading his shining wing Went fluttering forth in the golden spring; He danc'd on a ray of the flaming sun, And kiss'd the chrysanthemums one by one, But presently out in the air there stray'd The bright little fan of a Chinese maid, And the giddy young butterfly promptly tried To look at the face on the other side! For he said: "In my blue And my scarlet and yellow It's perfectly true I'm a very fine fellow; A dandy who can, Like any young man, Run after a frock and a fan, fan, fan!" Then hither and thither through grove and glade, There beckon'd the fan of the Chinese maid; Wherever it went on its witching way The butterfly follow'd the sky-blue day. For over the fan in its fall and rise There sparkl'd a couple of dark brown eyes, And they said in their eloquent language dumb, "I love you, sweet butterfly! Come, come, come!" And the butterfly thought, "She's a dear little maidie! I certainly ought To oblige a young lady, A mischievous miss Who beckons like this, May possibly give me a kiss, kiss, kiss!" The vain little butterfly, puff'd with pride, Flew close to the fan of the maid dark-eyed; But oh! when he perch'd on its painted rim, How warm was the welcome that waited him! Before he could make a remark polite, Two dear little fingers had seiz'd him tight, While two little fingers produc'd a pin, And right through his body that pin went in! Then he panted: "I'm hurt! It's behaviour shoddy That pin to insert In a visitor's body!" Which can't be denied, So the butterfly died With a pin in his little inside, side, side! With a pin in his little inside! |
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Page modified 23 February 2017