The Flutterby

On jungle-paths, don't ask me why,

I see this creature flutter by,

so colourful beneath the sky,

so pleasing to the human eye.

A butterfly they call it, though,

a name I simply can't bestow,

as blunt an crude as it is slow

and nothing like this thing I know.

But if you take the fl- in fly

and add to utter as you try

to put the b before the y,

you'll end up with a flutterby.

This name I feel is much more right

for someone who can catch the light,

create from just the colour white

a beautifully coloured sight.

A flutterby in guise and grace

which fleetingly will flaunt its face

and fly with ever-changing pace

to greet the sun and summer days.