Pretty, Pretty, Pretty Butterfly
Pam Blanchard


First time I saw her I was sliding down my slide.
In a garden full of flowers she was so pretty she couldn't hide.
Then lucky day she flew away , she flit and fluttered by.
That pretty, pretty, pretty butterfly.

I ran inside, I said, "Hey, dad, get my net!
There's a pretty butterfly I'd like to have as a pet.
Well, she tried to hide, she tried to fly, way up into the sky-
But I caught that pretty, pretty, butterfly.

And then I took her to my room, and I opened up the net.
I said, "Welcome to your new home, my beautiful pet."
And I watched her fly around my room until I went to bed.
And I fell asleep with butterfly dreams,
Flying in my head-
But-

In the morning she wasn't flying.
She stayed real still upon my windowsill.
And when I touched her I felt scared inside.
I cried, "Hey, Daddy, I think my butterfly has died.
Then my daddy came and sat down by my side, and said:

"Not all things are meant to be caught.
There are things that we love,
That can't be had or bought.
Most animals you see,
Don't belong to you or me-
So if you love that butterfly,
Set her free."

I held that butterfly in the palm of my hand.
And I carried her to the garden,
And I laid her on the land.

(flute)

Then lucky day, she flew away, she flit and fluttered by.
That pretty, pretty, pretty butterfly
Was still alive.
That pretty, pretty, pretty butterfly.

(And she flew in my garden all summer long.)