Up in the sky
Floats a b___erfly,
Pretty wings outstretched.
With a sparkle in her eye,
She runs inside
To fetch her net.

She wouldn't hurt a fly,
Or punch a bug in the eye.
She don't bark, she don't bite.
Her walk its like
A caterpillar.
She's a b___erfly collector.
On sunday she walks through Hyde park
Where children laugh and cry.
Her flowing dress fits like a chrysalis,
But her belly b___en it seldom hides.

She wouldn't hurt a fly,
Or punch a bug in the eye.
She don't bark, she don't bite.
Her walk its like
A caterpillar.
She's a b___erfly collector,
A b___erfly collector.

It takes a little time,
But before too long, their captured.
She blows the schoolgirl minds
With her b___erfly collection.
Woo!

Most b___erfly collectors try
But rarely do succeed.
If a b___erfly happened to die,
She'd replant the seed.

She wouldn't hurt a fly,
Or punch a bug in the eye.
She don't bark, she don't bite.
Her walk its like
A caterpillar.
She's a b___erfly collector,
A b___erfly collector,
A b___erfly collector,
A b___erfly,
A b___erfly collector.

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