Colourful butterfly
Small and petite
Searching for nectar
And other things sweet
You tickle my face
As you fly past my head
I snuff out your life
As I mash you up, dead
Your children are munching
The leaves off my tree
They wont live much longer
Once they see me
I stomp and I squash them
Into the dirt
Dead and dismembered
While I am unhurt