For the summer weather he awaits,
To become beautiful butterfly.
When dawn comes, he awakes,
He crawls on a milkweed and watches the day go bye.
With all the leaves he can consume,
it's nice to have a drink of dew.
Soon he will have a new costume,
It will be a big debut.
Once he’s had enough to eat.
He climbs a stick without fail,
Silk strands he will excrete.
Soon his wings will be frail.
As the changes begin to grow,
A beautiful butterfly he will glow.