Like a moth to a flame, they were caught all the same

The way she floats upon the breeze, hypnotic, ensnaring

They all came from near and far, entranced by her magical ways

First, the bees came in droves to give her sweetest honeysuckle

Second, came the ants to build her a bed made of leaves and grass

Third, the crickets showed up to sing a beautiful tune

Lastly, ladybugs gave her luck in everything she will do

All becoming the Butterfly’s servants, making sure she had the best

It was their lives only purpose to drudge their simple life away

Because of her wizardry, no one will ever escape from her allurement