Well the butterfly flies around the sun
And around the moon and around the stars
Nobody knows the way to go
But the butterfly knows how far
Pretty little feather of a thing up there
Riding around on nothing but air
Got a lot of secrets he could share
But nobody has the time to hear
And nobody knows what the butterfly knows
And nobody goes where the butterfly goes
And nobody knows this song
Except the butterflies and me
And now you!
Mipsy Moe is the butterfly’s name
He knows a lot of secret games
We play in the garden anytime
I’m allowed to go outside
Mipsy Moe sat on my nose
And said I wore a lot of clothes
That must be why I cannot fly
Like you do I replied
And nobody knows what the butterfly knows
And nobody goes where the butterfly goes
And nobody knows this song
Except the butterflies and me
And now you!
