Happy little Buttermoth flying through the sky.
Like a tiny little angel does the Buttermoth fly.
Flutter, flutter, flutter, like a happy happy dance,
Flying through my life is not by chance.
Everytime I see a Buttermoth I'll smile a happy thought,
And think of the laughter that my little Charisma brought.
See you are not a Buttermoth, but a butterfly.
But to me always a Buttermoth, and only I'll know why.
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