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.

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