In summertime the butterflies
dance 'round our dogwood tree.
Now summer's done and school's begun
they're fluttering in me!

Will my teacher like me?
Will I make new friends?
Will I learn to write my name
before the school year ends?

Look! There's my teacher now -
she winks as I walk in.
And a boy with a friendly, freckled face
just flashed me a wide grin.

We learned to write the alphabet -
and it's only the first day!
Hey, I think those butterflies
are fluttering away!

I'll see you soon, my sunny friends
back where you belong -
dancing 'round the dogwood tree
when summer sings its song.


||Maria Fleming||






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