RHYMES
FOR
CHANTING
.
BUTTERFLY
,
butterfly
,
speed
through
the
air
,
The
ring-bird
follows
thee
fast
,
And
the
monkey
looks
up
with
a
greedy
stare
;
Speed
on
till
the
peril
be
past
!
O
,
wert
thou
but
safe
in
my
garden
bower
,
And
wouldst
thou
no
further
stray
,
Thou
shouldst
feed
on
the
rose
and
the
gilliflower
,
And
be
my
play-mate
gay
.