The Ballad of The Butterfly

The color of my boulevardier - a little orange -a little red,

Has clustered the wings instar at the proper dogear.

Every tree flutters! turn the page, turn the page, it’s clear

Milkweed, milkweed... is the king lost in fear?

Overwintering, overwintering ...can you hear?

No matter the sequenced genome, who has won?  

A cold winter snap...it could take just one! Just one!

Release the butterflies for the great migration,

Common tiger, black veined, wanderer.

Has The Monarch survived the great plunderer?