there's a little butterfly
lives to cause trouble
the second you taste
that bubble of fear
and you know you're in trouble

and you must tell a lie

sneaks down your throat
plays with your cordsa
and the wires as you think

and then a thought appears
and the little wings flitter
to fill in
for your
suddenly.
still.heart.
and the butterfly laughs
and flies from the harp

holding that lies will breed worse
but verity may-
so beware,
and blame it,
on the butterfly