Wire-Winged Butterfly


She dances with hangers while I do the ironing
whirling and twirling, Imagination her muse
A wire-winged butterfly, flitting and flirting
Sister Golden Hair sprung from some old song
I smooth the wrinkles in fabric and mind
praying and pondering the pixie in view
A wire-winged butterfly, flitting and flirting
Sister Golden Hair sprung from some old song
She wears pajamas and a fancy red coat
catching and keeping Joy in the room
A wire-winged butterfly, flitting and flirting
Sister Golden Hair sprung from some old song

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