The Lepidopterist

You never fail, my swallowtail
Sitting so sweet in the palm of my hand
To make me feel safe, and fill with me with grace
Wings as pale as the Sun on the sand

Merry and bright, my cabbage white
Freshly steamed milk of the moonlight
For you are the morning, the noon and the night

Leaving so soon, my holly blue?
Gently you flew to the ends of the day
Fleeting time passing through, as cold evening dew
A mellow reminder of your once warm breath of rain

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (la-di-da, la-di-da)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (la-di-da, la-di-da)

Snail shell swirl, mother of pearl
Locked like a curl 'round my finger so tight
Though I love you so, you're losing your glow
Why do you have to let go?

But we'll never be, so I'll set you free
Up to the clouds so high
For you are the earth, and the sea and the sky

And you were more beautiful when you could fly