Music

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.

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.