On the Way Home

A butterfly came home with me,

All the way from school.

She flirted down the road with me.

It was really, really cool.

On the way I stopped a bit.

To tie up my shoelace;

She did a somersaulting dip,

Fluttering ’round my face.

As we turned the corner,

That leads down to our lane,

She quickly dip a flip around

And flew away again.