Excerpt
Way up high in the tall oak tree,
Lived a caterpillar named Lady Flatterley.

She hid amongst the leaves all day long,
Hoping she'd be safe from wind that was strong.

Flatterley's home was made out of leaves,
All snuggled inside, she felt safe as safe could be.

Her coat was soft and beautiful, her friends would say,
Orange and black on her back, so pretty she was made.

One day while hiding in the tall oak tree,
Lady Flatterley felt the flutter of a gentle breeze.

She peeked out through the dark green leaves,
Was only the bumble bee for Flatterley to see.

His coat was like her coat though different in color,
Yellow and black on his back, just like hers only smaller.

Suddenly, a butterfly went fluttering by,
As Lady Flatterley watched with her big brown eyes.

Beautiful and happy did the butterfly look,
As she watched him fly down by the bubbling brook.

"If I were a butterfly then I could fly;
I would not feel afraid or need to hide."

Then the butterfly flew to Flatterley's house;
He landed on the limb, as quiet as a mouse.

"How do you do?" said the butterfly to Flatterley.
"May I...


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