You say I am ugly…
But no, I am beautiful….
My image is hairy….
But REALLY, I am colourful…
To some I scare…
But in me is finese, a flair…
On my belly I fall…
But I was not born to crawl…
Away from the crowd I retreat….
Your bitter words to eat….
Rejoice not, that I go so soon.
I have a refuge, my cocoon…
As I spin and toil, I lay in rest.
Alas, I await my best….
Finally my destiny is here…
I am not caterpillar….
Now I can fly….
I am Majestic, a butterfly.
