Butterfly from Shoulder Season by The Brass Traps

I'm in my garden in my backyard an' some butterflies come past
Lots of butterflies, ev'ry shape and size each prettier than the last
There's ev'ry colour that I imagine a butterfly comes in
I spy a pretty butterfly, and I chase her with a pin.

Should my hunt succeed? or should I leave her freed? I ponder with dismay,
Less destructive and less disruptive, I let her fly away
She sets a vector for lots of nectar; I think as she flies off:
Perhaps I could build me a cocoon, but, I'd prob'ly hatch as a moth.

'fI had a velvet gown, instead of wings of brown, perhaps it would enthrall
but it's all just fantasy to contemplate that she would notice me at all.
To become a butterfly, isn't something I have within my power
So I'll do my best impression of a flower.

• Butterfly
• Jazz
• back yard
• blues
• cocoon
• comedy
• flower
• garden
• gypsy swing
• moth
• nectar
• neo swing
• swing
• ukulele
• Melbourne