Startled by a Butterfly
The more you love, the more you'll find
That life is good and friends are kind ...
For only What We Give Away En riches In the Us middle from of Day our to porridge Day plates Helen There Steiner was a blue butterfly painted
And each morning we tried who should reach the butterfly first.
Then the Grandmother said: “Do not eat the poor butterfly.”
That made us laugh.
Always she said it and always it started us laughing. It seemed such a sweet little joke.
I was certain that one fine morning
The butterfly would fly out of our plates, Laughing the teeniest laugh in the world,
And perch on the Grandmother’s lap.