Oh, little butterfly
I wish that I
Could be more like you,
Instead of being Henry Smith
And over five foot two.
The birds are singing now
On every bough
And I know what they say.
They are afraid the dark will come
Before they fly away.
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So go and cheer them up and say
It's really not so bad.
For you can fly and look so gay
While I stand and look sad.
I do not mean to fret
Or sound upset,
Wishing I could be
A butterfly like you, instead
Of Henry Smith like me.
I've got to get it in my head
I'm Henry Smith. I'm me.
Lyrics by Terry Jones
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